"The second wife smiles bitterly, revealing that Sean himself might be controlling both of their lives like pawns."
Gumay repeated the whispered intelligence under his breath, his vocal cords barely vibrating as he moved like a phantom through the dense foliage of the perimeter forest. Rain poured down in relentless sheets, drumming hard against his tactical night-vision visor and washing away fresh tracks in the mud.
The storm had turned the estate grounds into a treacherous swamp, but Gumay moved with absolute, predatory grace. Every footstep was deliberate, sinking silently into the wet pine needles without breaking a single twig beneath his weight.
He adjusted his grip on his suppressed tactical rifle, his eyes tracking a faint heat signature moving rapidly through the timber thr
