Chapter 45

Is he going to make it?

Sander?

Of course. Will he make it?

He’s a strong man. He’s iron. We both think he’ll make it through the night. Don’t worry about that, though. Find Gino. Pop him in the head. Get this job done. Worry about Sander later.

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The night sight offered a green hue of everything around and beyond the cabin. Looking through the sight, I felt as if I had stepped onto an extraterrestrial planet populated by lizard-like aliens with big heads and massive black eyes, lost in the galaxy, beyond Earth’s orbit. I stood beside the cabin, brushing my right shoulder against its wooden oak boards, near the living room area, and peered through the handgun’s scope.