The next morning at Solid Security, Hunter Sullivan gazed at his boss, his dark eyes hard.
“A fellow ex-Marine?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Dallas sucked back his third coffee of the day, feeling like it wasn’t nearly enough. “But unlike you, he’s a real bastard.”
“Yeah, he sounds it.” Sully shook his head. “So who am I going to Oregon with?”
“Well, I have an idea,” Dallas said slowly. “Something a bit different, so just hear me out, OK?”
Sully braced himself. Whenever Dallas had a ‘different’ idea, it was sure to be challenging and diabolical and out-there to the point of near-insanity. It would also probably be brilliant.
“OK,” Sully said.
“So Foxburg Falls is small. Like, population twelve thousand souls kind of small.”
“Yeah.”
“You show up there with Mark or Selena or Griff, and you’ll
