“She filed for divorce a few weeks ago.”
The comment stopped Gabe in his tracks. “How did you…never mind.” Of course, the guy knew about that shit. He knew fucking everything. “We’ve worked things out.”
“Congratulations,” the brown-hair, brown-eyed agent offered.
Gabe couldn’t tell if he was being serious or facetious. “You never answered my question.”
“What question is that?”
“Why are you here?”
“Told you. I came to see you.”
Spinning around, Gabe got into the agent’s face. “Cut the bullshit, Jason.”
The other man didn’t so much as flinch. “Fine. I came to update you on a new development in our ex…your wife’s situation.”
“If you’re talking about Mark Ellis, we already know.”
Ryker’s lips curved. “Been watching the news, I see.”
“Yeah.” Gabe turned and began walking again. “We saw the fucking news. You know something they didn’t report?”
To this, the other man snorted. “You ever know a news station to report everything they know?”
The man had a point. The media often left bits and pieces of the truth out to better sensationalize their stories. The sexier—or bloodier—the story, the better their ratings.
“So tell me whatyouknow, other than the fact that Ellis didn’t eat his own gun.”
“How did you know that?”
“I didn’t.” Gabe smirked. “Not for sure. But thanks for the confirmation.”
Ryker’s sport-coat covered shoulders shook. “Well played. Guess you have learned a few tricks over the years.”
“Several.” The two men continued walking. “Another skill I have is being able to tell when someone is stalling.”
Ryker focused on the direction they were walking. They were close enough, now, they could clearly see the cabin through the trees.
“Fair enough,” the other man finally spoke up. “There’s a lot about this particular job you’re unaware of. Things that, before now, were ‘need to know’.”
“Let me guess. The powers that be have finally decided to read me in.”
“Pretty much.”
“So tell me, Ryker. What is it I need to—”
A loud scream cut his question short.
No!
Yanking his weapon free, Gabe took off in a dead sprint. Pulse racing with fear, his heart kicked painfully against his ribs as he pushed himself to get to her as fast as he could.
Dodging limbs and hurdling downed logs, he didn’t bother to see if Ryker was keeping up. Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered, other than getting to Ellena.
“Dawson, wait!” Ryker called from behind him.
Not a fucking chance.
