Chapter 452

• The minutes ticked by in silence. I couldn’t turn around to look at her. I knew what I’d see. Hate, fear, disgust. I didn’t want to see that in her eyes, I preferred her anger over fear.
• “Blake,” she said softly but I still couldn’t turn around and face her.
• “That Sunday, Jack called me and told me that I was a target after my last assignment. I extracted from the farm and came to Chicago. I hunted them all down before they could come after me,” I said. I still had my back to her. “That’s how I got shot.”