interest or concern than he would show for a rat caught in a trap. The fallen man looked up and squinted hard, finally able to recognize Divine.
â Oh God  . . . âthe man groaned in dread . âIt was a mistake!â
Desperate and fumbling, the man pulled his wallet from his pants pocket and flashed it open, revealing photos inside of twin girls, bright-eyed with curly dark hair, no more than seven years old. âI have a family! Tell me what to do! Anything, I swear!â
Divine set his boot on the manâs leg wound and pressed down. The man screamed.
â Oh God  . . . â
âFew are granted such an opportunity at redemption,â said Divine to Tiger.
Tiger looked down at the accountant, wounded and sniveling on the forest floor. He had no feelings for this man, who had made his own choices in life and would have to pay for them like anyone else. Tigerâs only regret was that his target had no fight left in himâthere was no honor in killing a defenseless man.
âSo?â said Divine.
It sickened Tiger to do the manâs bidding in this way, but the accountant would die, regardless, and Divineâs way would almost certainly be slower and more painful. Tiger raised his gun and fired three shots into the wounded man, two to the chest and one between his eyes, sparing him a slow torturous death.
11 .
WALLY WOKE TO THE CRACKLING SOUND OF THE FIRE, stoked with new logs and warming the big room. She peeled the wool blankets off herself and sat up, feeling thick in the head the way she usually did when she overslept. Kyle was gone from his sofa, his blankets folded into a pile with his pillow on top. The sound of a whistling teapot came from the kitchen.
âKyle?â
He appeared, looking relaxed and upbeat as he set a cup of coffee down in front of her.
âSomehow Iâve become your coffee bitch,â he said.
âIâm feeling a little groggy. What time is it?â
âAlmost ten. Itâs easy to sleep late here. Itâs so quiet, and the morning light hits the other side of the lodge.â
They ate instant apple-cinnamon oatmeal for breakfast, Wally slowly waking up with the help of the strong coffee.
âI have an idea about a hike,â he said. âThereâs a rocky point where I used to swim. Itâs really nice.â
âA hike?â
âNot too far. Itâs the best time of year for itâtoo early for the bugs to be out. Theyâre like kamikazes once summer comes.â
He watched her with a hopeful look. His expression held a subtle sense of urgency that Wally picked up on. His anxiousness about going into his fatherâs den and beginning the search for his birth mother had obviously carried over from last night.
âWeâre procrastinating, right?â she asked.
âPretty much,â he admitted.
âOkay. A hike sounds good.â
They took a game trail through the woods that surrounded the lake. As she followed him along the path, it became clear to herâagainâthat she was witnessing Kyle in his natural element. The tortured guy sheâd met in the city had given way to someone who was comfortable in his surroundings, navigating his way along the circuitous route as if heâd been born to it.
A full half hour passed before Kyle spoke.
âIs Tiger a person or an animal?â he asked.
Wally stopped in her tracks, taken aback.
âWhat do you mean?â
Kyle stopped and turned back to her. âIn your sleep. You said something about Tiger. Like it was a name, not a thing.â
âTiger is my brother,â she told him.
Another rule broken. Caseworkers at the Society were instructed not to share details about their personal lives with clients. She had violated the guidelines by allowing Kyle into her well-defended life, and now all the walls were coming down. Wally felt a little uneasy about it, but Kyle had trusted her with so many
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