The closer we get to the training area, the louder the sound of gunfire becomes. We leave the garden behind and enter the adjacent property. There, along with Oscar, Gambo, and Lagos, are several men shooting at moving targets. Some are holding small-caliber weapons, and the more experienced shooters are using assault rifles and long-range rifles.
“Quite the party you have here,” Jenkins mutters just as we arrive next to Lagos.
My friend immediately removes his ear protection and greets us enthusiastically. I know he likes Jenkins; he’s made it clear to me on several occasions, and he thinks I should let her go. Maybe he’s right, but even if I wanted to, I simply can’t. I need to keep trying to get her attention. It’s possible that after having her, this unhealthy obsession will disappea
