Cannon had the other man, half his body in the ravine, by the throat. He was holding him down, pressing him into the water. Ryver noticed he had his finger in his face and was screaming questions at him.
“Who do you work for! What the f**k do you want from us?”
Ryver knew that the man whose knee she kicked was no longer going to do any harm. She picked up the knife and shoved it into her pocket. She made her way over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders. He stopped choking the man immediately.
“I don’t think they work for anyone.”
Cannon held the man by the throat. The man recoiled, his face soaking. “I know that. But you never know, there are allegiances everywhere.”
“I know.” Ryver rubbed his back. She didn’t want to seem condescending to him, but these were probably people who w
