36
The Confrontation
Brock collapsed into one of the seats at the rear of the RV. Peyton stood by Will who was steering them out of the area. “Any trouble?” she said.
He only looked at her.
“Will, anyone following us?”
“Not that you would have noticed. Good god, little lady. You go from damsel in distress to cold assassin. s**t, it’s like watching Linda Hamilton in that Terminator movie. Where the hell do you get off killing all of them? You have any idea what kind of heat that’s going to bring?” He turned back, but she had already retreated to go sit by Brock. "Damnedest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Two hours later, the RV was once again hidden behind the remote cabin. Will left the two in the RV and went inside. “There’s going to be so many Lincoln Killers swarming around that town . . .
