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“Let’s hope Hunter followed your instructions.” Victor walked toward the open garage door as the thunder of the engine grew louder. While everyone focused on the approaching vehicle, Shea eased slowly back toward the table, grabbed her Glock and held it behind her back.
Hunter’s Bronco rounded the curve at the bottom of the hill and raced up the driveway, skidding to a halt on the gravel between Eduardo’s Monte Carlo and Shea’s bike.
Rico and Angel pointed their rifles at Hunter when he climbed out of the truck.
“Where’s my wife and kid?” shouted Hunter, pointing a SIG Sauer at Victor.
Hunter crossed the threshold of the garage and spotted Eduardo’s body laying in a puddle of blood. “What the hell’s going on? Who is that?”
“Someone who thought he could steal from me,” said Victor.
