FORTY-FOUR
Chaise cut across the open fields behind Lomax’s old house, moving fast, darting from one piece of cover to the next. He’d already been on the move for well over five minutes. Colin stayed in the car, satisfying his conscience. Being so far away meant he would not witness anything, and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. At least, that was the hope.
Crouching behind a clump of trees, Chaise checked both his automatic pistols and fitted them with silencers. He had more clips in his pockets, enough ammunition to deliver hell to the bastards who waited inside the house. He had debated whether to bring the AKS, but the added firepower may have brought the unwarranted attention of a passing police officer, something Chaise did not want.
He sprinted across the field, keeping low
