He’d been sure they hadn’t been followed, and he spent a few precious seconds trying to figure when and where someone might have tagged them with a tracking device before more gunfire sounded from the front of the cabin. There would be time later for lessons learned and self-recrimination. Right now he had to get Jenna and Erik Karlsen out of the cabin alive. Jenna was dressed in under a minute. He put his hands on her shoulders, looked in her eyes through the darkness of the room. “Stay low behind me. And do whatever I say.” He shoved her behind him and opened the door a crack, hesitating, waiting for more gunfire to give away the position of their pursuers in the woods. It was silent, and he crouched down as he moved down the short hall toward the living room and kitchen. They’d just reached the end of the hall when more gunfire erupted, shattering what was left of the front windows.
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