Kyle wiped at a tear spilling down his cheek. For a few seconds he let the grief overtake him, and he covered his face with his hands. He’d shed his tears over Dax and the horror of seeing him murdered…or so he’d thought. He needed to get it together. Crying wouldn’t bring Dax back, and he needed to see justice done.
Besides, he didn’t want those men finding Dave. If he were the cause of any harm to Dave, Kyle didn’t think he could live with that. And that meant getting out of here. He knew what he’d have to do to put the men who’d killed Dax away, and he couldn’t ask Dave to give up his life. Dave had a good life, and Kyle wouldn’t destroy it.
The thought of not seeing Dave again started the tears anew. It was probably silly to care so much about Dave with the short time they’d been tog
