Chapter One
Rage.
No other word described it.
Rayford knew he had much to be thankful for. Neither Irenehis wife of twenty-one
yearsnor Amandahis wife of fewer than three monthshad to suffer this world any
longer. Raymie was in heaven too. Chloe and baby Kenny were healthy.
That should be enough. Yet the cliché consumed came to life for Rayford. He
stormed out of the safe house in the middle of a crisp May Monday morning, eschewing
a jacket and glad of it. It wasn't anyone in the safe house who had set him off.
Hattie had been her typical self, whining about her immobility while building her
strength.
"You don't think I'll do it," she had told him as she raced through another set of
sit-ups. "You way underestimate me."
"I don't doubt you're crazy enough to try."
"But you wouldn't fly me over there for any price."
"Not on your life."
Rayford stumbled along a path near a row of trees that separated a dusty field from
what was left of the safe house and the piles of what had once been neighboring
homes. He stopped and scanned the horizon. Anger was ... read full excerpt from: Assassins: Left Behind #6 ebook