The cabin was located far in the distant part, hidden under a thick canopy of trees. It was small, too unassuming for someone on Richard Lancaster’s hit list.
But Isla knew better. If her mother had survived long enough for her to call, she hadn’t done so recklessly.
Gabriel halted the SUV a couple of hundred yards back. It was suffocating inside the vehicle.
“We go in quiet,” Damien said. His voice was low but tinged with the authority that had preserved them as long as they had.
“We’ll find out soon enough if Lancaster’s men got here first.”
Isla tightened her fingers on her gun and nodded.
Only Nathaniel peered around the perimeter with binoculars.
“No movement. But that doesn’t mean that we are alone.”
Gabriel and Nathaniel trailed, as Damien and Isla led the way, moving qui
