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No, Flynn thought. He wasn’t. It was probably wrong to be pleased to be the one to end him. But he didn’t care. He’d been in that hospital room with Mary. He’d seen what he’d done to his precious girl…

Not his girl. Never his girl.

“Hey boss,” Jillian called out from her position in front of Huntley Sr. “Mary’s gone. You want to do this now?”

Flynn could see the man react. Like suddenly he understood who he had decided to mess with. Jillian was stone cold when it came to ending bad guys.

Declan looked to Flynn, as if for advice. “Hey you know what I think,” Flynn said. “If I had it my way, I would have taken all four of them out at the same time.”

“Yes, but then he wouldn’t have gotten to learn how his life has been ruined. No, Jillian. Let’s let Huntley Sr. experience what a life on the run with no assets—or jail, or being hunted by terrorists—feels like. Death, I think, is too easy.”

Jillian lowered the gun. “You heard the boss. Start running.”

And run is exactly what the man did. It was pathetic, Flynn thought. This old man running down the driveway toward the sedan off to the side of the road. His son’s body not even a thought in his head.

“Yes,” Declan said casually. “We’ll see how he likes the experience. But if somehow he manages to avoid prison or death, you’ll take care of him.”

Flynn smiled. “With pleasure.”