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“You all right?” Monster asked Shea.
She nodded, eyeing him warily. “I think I’m in one piece.”
“You ain’t seen where Hunter went, did ya?”
For half a second, Shea thought about telling him the truth. Yeah, asshole, I shot your precious president. But it would only get her killed.
“A couple of Jaguars came around the back of the building. I killed them, but not before they shot Hunter in the head.”
Bitterness replaced Monster’s amused expression. “One-Shot! Mackey! Follow me!” He ran toward the back of the building, with the other two following.
Shea walked to her motorcycle and swept broken glass from the Bronco off the seat. Tires looked okay. No damage to the block. Hoses and cables all secured. Seemed in better shape than she was.
The guys returned moments later carrying Hun
