Kom Butu, Egypt
Day Six
Rey stepped back and let Jane’s body fall to the cold, stone floor, the familiar buzz of battle adrenaline pumping through him. The bullet had gone through her skull, but he grabbed the flashlight he’d dropped and checked for a pulse anyway.
None.
His shaking hand went to his St. Christopher medal and he stroked it twice. He thought back over their short time together. The tears after s*x. The veiled look in her eyes. And the reaction she’d had to seeing the Sons of Adam cobra/apple tattoo. Had they sent her? No. She wouldn’t have had a response to seeing the tat if they had.
He swore and shook his head again, lips clenched tight.
Thank God for his training. When she’d whipped around, his hands had instinctively flown up to protect his face. Then he’d lunge
