He didn’t have time for this. Hours on the road and now a trek through the bush.
A million-dollar detour.
The bag was locked in the boot. One handgun was in a pocket and he carried the other. His rifle was slung over a shoulder and would stay there unless he needed to take a long shot.
Finding Ellie shouldn’t take long and with her out of the way, he’d hike down to the cabin and take care of the other two. Pity about Gabi, she’d always been nice. There really was no malice behind what needed doing. After all, Jack was responsible for every cent in Paul’s bank account—his very secret bank account—so deserved a thanks. Before he died.
More thunder. He glanced up through a break in the trees. The sky was almost dark with the approach of the storm. Now, which way did Ellie go?