Chapter Forty-One
I burst through the glass doors, expecting to see Kellerman, but instead, found death once more.
The revolver’s front sight scrolled across a mass on the floor. And a second. Slumped awkwardly, the bulky men were dressed in black fatigues and navy blue tactical vests, now stained a deep crimson. A pair of discarded AR-15 assault rifles told me they were part of the same group I had seen earlier—Kellerman’s goon squad.
Fearing any more surprises, I locked the door behind me and stepped deeper into the wide office space. A tapping came from the far corner.
I pivoted, and my world stopped.
Breath caught in my throat. There was a third figure in the room, standing, hunched over a laptop in the corner. He held a gun in his right hand, but it wasn’t raised.
For a moment,
