He limped down the mountain to the lot where he’d parked his Lexus NX Hybrid.
He had disposed of the firearms. In a wretched, rugged, ridiculous wilderness like this, that was easier than he could have hoped.
But he’d had enough of hiking and tracking and waiting for these supposed professionals to do their jobs. He would make one more attempt to handle matters using the help, and if that didn’t do it, he’d take over. He would get the job done, clean up the loose ends and be gone.
How hard could it be to kill one lone woman and her brat?