Chapter 250

MARCO POINTED HIS STOLEN car out of Moab and rode the gas hard.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Fiona was gone. He'd fucked it all up. All that was left to do was wrap up his crap and go back to work. If he was lucky, this whole thing would blow over.

Yeah, right. The blowback was going to suck him down in a bad way.

Maybe Ghost needed a partner.

Whatever the man had on Uncle Sam, it kept the authorities off his case.

Speaking of, it was past time to make contact.

Marco pulled out his-no-Fiona's burner phone.

Fuck.

He swiped his thumb over the screen. He'd grabbed it off the desk. He'd meant to give it to her when they got in the ATV, but she'd left without it. Without him.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

She wasn't supposed to matter.

But she did.

For the first time in his life, he got those cheesy country songs his sister liked to listen to. The ones about heartbreak, dogs getting ran over in the rain, and your ex leaving you high and dry. Only...it served him right.