She was silent for a moment. Icy fingers crept up her spine. No one had boarded or left the boat, so how --
"No, it's not Trevor's walkie-talkie, in case you're wondering. It's Jolene's." Allixon exhaled.
Trevor was still out there. She pressed herself back against the tree, paranoid that somehow her voice would lead him to step out onto the dock, look up and see her. Which was ridiculous. For all he knew, she could be on the opposite side of the Island.
"You cost me a valuable client, Allixon. One that was already looking forward to the next game."
He had to mean the hunter she'd leftunconscious, before Trevor finished the job. The man who'd killed Jolene, and would have killed her as well.
"How can you do this?"
"It's not personal." Allixon stared at the hand-held radio in disbeli
