CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Trying to keep his mind on the guy shooting at him and not the sounds of Nick engaging the other two men and Alyssa’s cries and screams, Jake crouched down behind a trailer. From what he could tell, Nick had taken out one of the goons, but Wagner was still out there.
Something behind him clattered, but a shuffled foot seconds before had come from the other direction. The guy was trying to make him chase a red herring.
Not happening, asshole.
Turning the tables, Jake picked a rock out of the tread of a huge tire he was squatting next to and threw it to his left. Just as he’d hoped, a shadow appeared to his right. The guy rounded the trailer, looking toward where the rock had landed, and by the time he noticed Jake to his left, it was too late—he was in the former SEAL
