CHAPTER 92
Laney and Jake headed back to the enclosure in the truck. Henry had stayed behind with Gideon’s body. Just in case, as he'd explained.
“Jake, what was that?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know, Laney. I really don’t.”
Laney pulled up in front of the enclosure in a daze. That fight had been incredible. But what did it mean? Who, or more accurately what, was Henry
“Where do they think they’re going?” Jake asked.
Laney followed Jake's gaze. Kensington and Priddle sprinted from behind a piece of rubble, heading for a giant SUV. They must have been hiding out and only now tried to escape.
She leaped out of the car, rage fueling her. “Oh no, you don’t.”
Kensington was only a short distance from his car. She put on a burst of speed. Ahead of her, Kensington fumbled for his keys, dropping them to the ground in his haste. Laney reached him just as he retrieved them.
She spun, aiming a back-kick at the base of his spine. Kensington screamed as his chin connected with the roof of the car and his broken arm crashed into the door.
Anger rolled off her in waves as she stalked towards him. Grabbing him by the back of the head, she slammed his face into the car, breaking his nose. She spun him around and let him drop to the ground.
He sniveled, clutching his nose and moaning. She looked at him with disgust. This was the man who had killed hundreds of men in the name of power, who was responsible for Drew's death, and who had endangered the people she cared about. And when confronted, he collapsed without a fight.
She thought she should say something to let him know that he had lost. As she looked at the sniveling mess of a man on the ground, though, she realized he wasn’t even worth the energy to speak the words.
“You good?” Jake asked from behind her.
She looked over her shoulder at him. She smiled. “Yeah, I’m good.” She started to turn, when she heard the retort of a gun. Confused, she looked around, trying to determine where it had come from.
Jake closed the distance between them in seconds and grabbed her around the waist. Priddle stood peering over the hood of the car, his gun aimed at them. Somehow, he had crawled around the side, unseen, to take his shot.
Jake pulled Laney close as he shot over her shoulder. Jake’s shot found its mark, right in the middle of Priddle’s face, now all but gone. The force of the shot blast forced him backwards, into the cage where he’d enslaved men to further his own career.
“Laney? Are you all right?” Jake asked, his face a mask of concern.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” she said, as her legs buckled. She stared at the darkening pool on the ground below her with confusion.
Where’s all that blood coming from? she thought, right before her world went black.