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dead.”
    “Same here.”
    “I just…worry about you.”
    She stopped long enough to look back. “Would you worry about your old
teammates over injuries as minor as mine? Would you consider sitting them out?”
    He gave a strangled laugh. “I’ve seen Campbell crawl through five miles of an
alligator infested swamp with a broken leg.” He shook his head. “I care about
you differently. I feel about you differently than I feel about the guys.”
    “Oh,” she said, and smiled, her heart doing a slow roll in her chest. “As
long as you don’t think I’m a wimp who needs constant protection.” She reached
the top at last and pulled up. “I can see the creek.”
    Cameron was moving ahead already. “Better get into position. In a minute or
two, they’ll be here.”

Chapter Twenty-Four
    Cameron watched Fowler through the leaves. The man bent to the creek and
washed his knife, staining the water with blood.
    He couldn’t see Jenny Peltier anywhere. Something told him she wasn’t going
to give them any trouble.
    Had Fowler thought Jenny had betrayed him? That she had put the bounty
hunters on his trail?
    Cameron tossed a pebble, watched as first surprise registered on the man’s
face, then anger. He didn’t betray himself with any sudden movements, though,
just kept rinsing the knife. Cameron threw another stone.
    Fowler drew the semiautomatic from his belt and shot blindly toward the
direction of the noise while rolling to his left. He ducked behind a boulder and
unloaded his weapon.
    Cameron watched from behind as the man pushed in the new cartridge. Fowler
was still watching the other direction where the pebbles had fallen. Enough
games. It was time to end the hunt.
    “Drop the weapon!” Cameron said without breaking cover.
    Fowler froze. He was probably just realizing that he had been fooled. He
would be planning his next move. He was welcome to try.
    “Drop the weapon or I’ll put a bullet through your brain.” To make sure they
were on the same page, he fired off a warning round at the pinecone next to the
man.
    Fowler tossed his semiautomatic.
    Disappointing. Cameron stepped out of the woods. He wouldn’t have
minded a little fight. If he couldn’t kill the bastard, at least he could have
had some fun with him.
    “Who are you?” the man asked. “What do you want?”
    “I want justice, you son of a bitch.” He thought of Vicky, the countless
other victims, his rage boiling too close to the surface. He fought to control
it. For Mia’s sake, he would take Fowler alive.
    Then Fowler went for his feet. A second weapon.
    Cameron threw himself to the side and shot at the same time. He felt a bullet
hit his shoulder as he watched Fowler’s gun fly out of his hand. The man
scampered after it.
    “Go ahead,” Cameron said, ignoring the pain, keeping his gun steady.
    “I wouldn’t tempt him,” Mia said from the other side of the creek, her weapon
drawn and aimed. “Game over.” She stood with her feet set apart, a fierce
expression on her face.
    God, he loved it when she talked tough.
    Fowler swore like the son-of-a-bitch he was, but slowly lifted his arms into
the air.
    Can you see me, Vicky? Cameron glanced upward once Mia had snapped the
cuffs on. Justice was served today. Yes, Vicky would like that; justice instead
of revenge. And Vicky would have liked Mia, too, he was sure of it.
    “It’s over,” Mia said, her gaze searching his face.
    “Yeah. It is.” He gave her a bitter-sweet smile that slowly turned into a
full one. Some things were over, others were just beginning.

Chapter Twenty-Five
    “We make a pitiful pair.” Mia tugged apart the green curtain that separated
her from Cameron in the emergency room. The doctors were done with them — all
they had to do was wait for their discharge papers.
    Both bullets had gone clear through, without hitting bone. They had been
lucky. Her leg had required all of five stitches.
    “Are you all right?” Concern