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And it was going to find them Chevy.

One way or another.

Chapter Eight

The Underground

Friday

Same Time

T alk about slumming it. That was exactly what he was doing too. Going into that cesspool was always a dangerous thing. Only, Remington Bowman had very little choice in the matter.

With each pass through the bar filled with miscreants and bad guys, it wasn’t lost on him that he used to chase assholes like this.

Now, he was one.

Never let it be said that life wasn’t all kinds of ironic, and that Fate liked to mix shit up.

This was his new life, and there was nothing that he could do about it.

Why?

He’d created this monster out of rage and vengeance, and the monster was him.

After taking El Gato apart, piece by piece, to avenge his dead wife and daughter, he simply couldn’t pretend to be holier than thou.

How did you?

He literally cut El Gato into tiny pieces, and they disposed of him in a swamp.

The bastard had been gator bait for what he did to Karen and his little girl.

Now, he was no longer holier than thou.

Remington was one of them.

He was a killer and someone who had crossed the line into uncharted territory.

Pretending wasn’t going to make it a reality. The bottom line was that he was a bad guy too.

Birds of a feather flocked together, and from the looks of it, The Underground was full of birds.

Crazy-ass ones.

The assimilation process had been harder than he ever believed it would be.

In the days after killing Teague LaVere, he’d struggled to come to grips with what he’d done.

Yeah, he did the man dirty, but that was Karma, of sorts, now wasn’t it?

As a CIA spook, he’d broken all kinds of laws, rules, and creeds.

Only, that had been because he’d sworn to uphold the Constitution of the United States, and he’d been following orders.

In his mind, he was doing good work.

That was the job, and it mattered.