Rivers Chapter 15 Hunter spent the first fifteen minutes after the meeting alone with Will in the apartment, concentrating on mentally cataloging his weapons. Collecting them. Taking the guns apart and cleaning them. Stupid shit that on one level needed to be done but that mostly qualified as wasting time. He kept telling himself he needed to be ready, repeating the mantra in his head. The truth was he didn’t want to look up and see Will’s expression. He couldn’t get derailed, and if Will looked even a little rattled or wary, Hunter knew, he would. Of course, he’d get pissed off if Will wasn’t smart enough to be either of those things. The minutes ticked by so slowly he could almost hear the hands on the wall clock move. He didn’t have to look up to know where Will was. He could sense him. From time to time he could feel Will’s stare land on him. Hunter carefully picked the kitchen as his waiting place. Had everything spread out in front of him on the counter. Will sat on the edge of the bed.
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