“Indeed,” Winters said. “How did the live stream turn out?”

“Beautiful,” Paul said, tapping his little camera button proudly.

“Jaime?” Winters said, turning to Rennick.

“Target acquired,” Rennick said. He still wasn’t looking Winters in the eyes.

“Good. I’m tired,” Winters said. He took Roscoe’s hand. “Where’s Ruaridh?”

Roscoe frowned. “That’s a good question.”

They searched the house, then the cars on the street, then the block. Ruaridh was nowhere to be found. And for that matter, neither was Sweeney.

What they did find was a broken toilet lid, bloodied at one end, and another pool of blood on the floor of the bathroom nearest the dining room....

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