Moving money.
Killing anyone who could expose them.
Closing every door we might use to reach the truth.
And Wade Parker was the biggest loose end of all.
Sniper leaned back in his chair.
“You think they’ll move the prisoners.”
Sarah’s father shook his head.
“No.”
The answer surprised everyone.
Then he gave us the nightmare.
“I think they’ll kill them.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Sarah closed her eyes.
Only for a second.
But I saw what those words did to her.
She had spent five years searching for her brother.
Five years refusing to accept a folded flag and an empty grave.
Now she had finally found him.
And she might still lose him before she could reach him.
Her father turned away, but not before I saw the guilt in his face.
He had spoken like an operator because that was what the situation required.
He was suffering like a father.
I looked at Wade’s photograph.
Then at the mountain.
Then at the men gathered around me.
My team.
We weren’t survivors anymore.
We weren’t victims.
We were hunters.