In this six, Holden is alone with his thoughts, preparing to go inside the home he believes harbors a suspected killer … and Jules.
Revenge would be the feather in (BLEEP)’s cap, and the woman Holden loved more than life itself made for heavy ammunition.
Holden took a deep breath and willed his nerves into submission. Acrid adrenaline pulsed through his core, leaving him wired and sharp. He’d need every hit of oxygen he could suck from the thick, humid air, and he knew it. This was no ordinary showdown.
It was (BLEEP)’s final stand.
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