“What is she doing here?” he demanded to the empty room and immediately found her with his scope again. His finger hovered over the trigger as more questions seemed to assault him. Why was she up to be eliminated? The second time to kill her, could he do it? “Shit.” He growled and dropped the rifle, letting it rest on its stand, and rubbed a hand over his face. Her face plagued his dreams. Had she come all this way to haunt him for not taking her out then? Could he do it now? Did someone know he had let her go? Was this punishment? It suddenly felt like it.
Once again, he found himself hesitating. He didn’t even know her. He shouldn’t be second-guessing himself. He was losing his shot and opportunity. With a curse, he began to pack up his nest. He would have to tail her and find another opportunity to fix what he should have done in Kosovo.
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