Page 164 of Hunter's Revenge

Malik

We just got home.

My men led a full-on attack that barely gave Diego’s men time to retaliate or escape.

I wanted to kill Diego, but the motherfucker managed to escape. The house they were staying at is owned by a black-market collector who normally remains off the grid like most friends of the Navarros.

I got him in for questioning, but I don’t expect to get much out of him.

It’s fine. I will find another way to kill Diego. At least the other half of the brains behind his operation is dead.

Gwen killed Esperanza. I haven’t told her, Esperanza is dead yet.

I know she feels bad enough as it is. There will be time enough to tell her. Right now, I can’t believe I have her back.

When we walk into the foyer, Jeanne is the first to greet us, followed by Kelly, who has been here taking extra care of Jeanne.

I called Dru when we were on the way back, so I assume she’ll be on her way over here soon.

“Oh my God.” Jeanne takes Gwen into her arms and hugs her tightly. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

Jeanne has been a wreck the entire time.

“Me too.”

“Please let me make you something, anything,” Kelly offers.

“Thanks. I need a moment to speak to Malik first,” Gwen says. She’s been on edge from the moment I got her back.

“Gwen, you should have something to eat,” I insist.

“It can wait. I really need to speak to you in private.”

The first thing I think is that something more happened to her. Something worse.

“Okay. Come, let’s go into the living room.”

I slip an arm around her and guide her away, glancing back at Jeanne, who has gone paler, and Kelly, who looks even more worried than previously.

The moment I close the door behind us, I turn Gwen to face me and cup her cheeks.

“They didn’t touch you inappropriately, did they?” God, if they did, I don’t know what the fuck I would do.

“No, it’s not that. I saw something. Someone.”

I narrow my eyes, wondering why this is relevant. “Who?”

“Captain Davison.”

My hands drop to my sides, then my chest caves, filling with shock unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It clamps a tight fist around my heart.

Surely, I couldn’t have heard her right. What she said is entirely impossible. “Say that again.”

“Captain Davison. He’s alive, Malik. I saw him talking to Esperanza.”

“Gwen, that’s impossible. It must have been someone who looked like him. I watched him die.”

“No, Malik. No. He’s not dead, and it’s really him. I remembered him from the pictures on your wall.”