Page 60 of The Perfect Revenge

Ash returned her attention to her laptop.She studied the digital map of Jessie Hunt's neighborhood and compared it against the photos she'd taken from the limo.The Google Street View was about three years old and didn't show the new security cameras that had been installed on multiple telephone poles.And it certainly didn't show the police car parked across the street.

With all the safeguards that Jessie Hunt had put in place, getting to her would be especially challenging.Ash acknowledged to herself that Hunt would probably be easier to eliminate while out in the field, working a case, but where was the fun in that?It was cheap.It was beneath her.

Besides, Ash was originally hired to torture and kill those closest to Hunt in order to make her suffer, and only then take out the profiler.Even though this mission had since become something of a personal vendetta, some part of her still wanted to adhere to her original assignment.That meant eliminating Hunt’s sister, Hannah, first.Or maybe her husband, detective Ryan Hernandez.Or maybe the elusive Kat Gentry herself.That pursuit would be especially fun.

The more Ash pored over the neighborhood details, the giddier she got.She closed the laptop to allow a moment to calm down.It wasn't easy, mainly because she'd come to a realization: the time for all these cat-and-mouse games had nearly come to an end.She'd circled Jessie Hunt and her loved ones long enough.It was time to put her final plan into action.

After all, she was a hitwoman.It was time to do some hitting.

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The man was a little disappointed that the kid had failed.

Even though it would have interfered with his own plans, he had to admit that he’d almost been rooting for Dallas Henry.

Of course, he had no idea of Henry's identity until law enforcement found him.But once he learned about the young man, he couldn't help but admire him.It appeared that Henry was just a kid, barely a teenager, when he first joined the movement.And yet, he'd mostly kept his involvement a secret, even after he started to formulate his plan to continue Mark Haddonfield's good works.

Dallas Henry had gone to the right community college so that he could transfer to Hannah Dorsey’s university.He’d gotten close to her, winning her trust to the point that she willingly walked into the wilderness with the guy, clueless as to his true motivations.Henry was so promising as a soldier in the great battle, and he almost got the job done.

But in the end, he was simply too young, too inexperienced, and too sloppy.That combination had led to his capture and—once he eventually recovered from his injuries—to his incarceration.

The man wouldn’t make those mistakes.He had the skill set and patience to avoid them.Dallas Henry was clearly an ardent supporter of Haddonfield’s mission.And yes, he was part of the movement to restore men to their rightful throne of primacy and put females back in their proper place.But he’d been unprepared for the personal sacrifices that mission required.

The man was not.He had bided his time, planted his roots, carving out a respectable place in society.He was trusted, even admired by some.All that would work to his advantage when the time came to teach Jessie Hunt a lesson.

And that time was coming soon.