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Brock
I stared hard at the man who hopped out of the cockpit. Not anyone I recognized.
Shiv remained by the cabin, watching the man approach.
No sound came from inside. No scream for help.
If alive and conscious, Jessie would have heard the plane. She’d be fighting like a goddamn Tasmanian devil to escape.
The idea she might be dead tore my guts to shreds, but I stayed put. Trying to evaluate the situation in my exhausted brain.
“Cort.” Shiv’s voice reached me through the still air.
Cort.
Fucking Cort Endsley.
They shook hands, and everything clicked into place in my head. My rage returned, bringing back the blood l**t to overshadow my grief in thinking she might already be gone.
I stood and silently hurried toward them, too far gone in my need to kill to make a sound.
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