Guardian Ranger (Shadow Agents 2)

Money mattered. Getting paid for the jobs that he did. He’d been poor. He’d been pitied.

He’d never be that way again.

He’d found a way to get a whole new life, and to get that life, he’d just needed to become someone new. Cale wasn’t so special. Not “Cale Lane,” anyway. But “Striker”...he was special. People asked specifically for that mercenary when they went to Reed Montgomery.

Cale had balked at the jobs that weren’t straight rescues. He’d never taken the hits. Even though those jobs paid the most cash.

So someone had taken the jobs for him. Reed had been down with the switch. Moralit

y hadn’t been big with the guy, so Reed sure hadn’t balked at lying about which mercenary actually took a job. People wanted Striker? Then they were told Striker handled the cases, even if someone else was actually doing the job. It had been the perfect situation.

But when Veronica just wouldn’t give up on her hunt and those federal agents came to town, well, he hadn’t been able to trust that Reed wouldn’t turn on him.

So he’d eliminated Reed, just as he had the others.

For now...now it was time for the next step. Time to take over the “Striker” name once more and finish the job he’d started.

He’d been paid very, very well to take out EOD agents. Two more agents were on his hit list.

Gunner Ortez.

Sydney Sloan.

It seemed someone down in South America wanted those two out of the picture. The same someone who’d paid to have the other EOD agents eliminated. When he finished this job, he’d have a cool two million waiting in his Cayman Islands account.

There was a lot that a man could do with two million dollars. Hell, two million dollars could wash away so much blood.

He rubbed the star on his chest, checked his weapon once more and got ready to finish the job.

Chapter Twelve

Inside the EOD team’s headquarters, Veronica paced along the narrow hallway. She didn’t see Gunner, but she knew he was just a short scream away. Not that she planned to scream.

Jimmy? How could it have been Jimmy? The idea still seemed wrong to her. Jimmy had been such a sweet guy. Lost, sad, hurt by his mother’s abandonment, but he’d cared about Whiskey Ridge. He’d cared about her and Cale.

Hadn’t he?

A man of the law, now being hunted. Soon enough, they’d find out what was happening with Jimmy. Soon—

Gunfire erupted, bursting from near the entrance of the headquarters. She tensed, then saw Wyatt rushing down the hallway to her. “It’s Jimmy!” Sweat glistened on his forehead. “He took a shot at me when I got close to the front window! Saw him...” He huffed out a breath. “For just a second... Fired back...” His fingers clenched around hers. “I think I hit him.”

Footsteps thundered behind her. She looked over her shoulder. Gunner was there, with his gun out, and his face was a hard mask. “What’s happening?” he demanded.

“Jimmy’s outside,” she said. “Wyatt thinks that he shot the deputy.”

Gunner’s hold tightened on his weapon. “Take her to the back. I’ll check it out.”

Wyatt’s fingers were trembling. How must he feel? To have shot Jimmy.

“I nearly raised him...” Wyatt whispered as he shook his head. “That boy...how could he do this?” He pulled her down the hallway. “How?” Pain deepened his voice.

More stumbling steps and they were near the end of the hallway. The room that housed Cale was to the right.

“Go on in there,” Wyatt said with a nod toward the door. “Stay with Cale until we make sure Jimmy is...” Wyatt’s breath blew out on a rough sigh. “Just stay with him.” Then he was gone. Rushing back down the hallway.

She opened the door. The handle turned easily beneath her fingers. She would have thought that Gunner had locked the room, but maybe her brother had—

The room was empty. Cale was gone. The slats of wood had been pried off the window.