Malloy stood ready before Jus came back for him. He took a last look at the blanketed figure in the dark and let his anger rise. He didn’t know if Mac would have, but he had to.
When they came to the van, Will held the passenger door of the cab open. “You’re up front with us, Sarge,” he said.
Malloy stopped six feet from the back. A hostage at gunpoint is the worst place to be… And it would make things messier later. Time to use that anger.
“Well?” Malloy demanded. His voice was ragged. “Are you happy? One fewer of those pathetic, petty people in the world.”
Will’s jaw tightened. He came a threatening step towards them. “Now don’t say anything you might come to regret.”
“I won’t,” Malloy answered. “That boy was…
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