Sarah stood over Victor Hail’s body in the dirt and spit on him — “That was for my sister. You remember my sister, Victor?” — Ethan said: “What sister?” — what did the man who killed his wife have to do with the two little girls he’d just found in a shack?
The door splintered under Ethan Cole’s boot. He stumbled into the dark with his gun drawn, breath ragged, eyes sweeping the ruined shack. Two small shapes huddled on the dirt floor, too weak to scream. A little girl, no more than four, lifted her head. Her cracked lips trembled. “Mister,” she whispered. “Please save us…
