31
Vigil
The lone fucker approached like a wraith in the night, black on black, slinking from shadow to shadow as an owl hooted through the stillness. Whoever had snuck along with him didn’t show. Not that I’d expected to, knowing how Hammer could shoot.
An unmuffled shot sounded to my left—Greed or Sin—and the thumps of fists hitting flesh followed. One shout. Two more g*n shots.
I watched Harlon pause behind my truck and waited for my ear piece to crackle to life.
“Both east men down,” Sin whispered, and I knew they would circle around the back toward where Stone was set to clash with two of his own.
No sound rose from the west, but Stone didn’t bother keeping his voice down when he said, “These two fuckers are already down.”
“The fucker in my sites is on his own,” Hammer whispere
