Page 177 of Rangers Last Promise

“You sent the photograph.”

“Yes.”

Mara looks at him.

“The picture of me through the rifle scope?”

“Yes.”

My hand closes into a fist.

“You put her in crosshairs.”

“I needed you to understand the danger.”

“You could have called.”

“Would you have come?”

“Yes.”

“You hadn't come in fifteen years.”

“Because no one called.”

Hampton's gaze holds mine.

“Exactly.”

I take one step toward him.

Mara catches my arm.

“Doc.”

“He terrified you.”

“Yes.”

“He made me think someone was about to kill you.”

“Someone was about to kill me.”

That stops me.

Mara looks at Hampton.

“You sent the photograph, but you weren't the shooter.”

“No.”

“Vance?”

“I believe so.”

“And the message?”

Your promise ends with her.