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Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

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Also by Jami Gray

About the Author

To all those who chose to serve our country and stand tall in the presence ofharsh realities, your sacrifices allow me and mine to enjoy our blessings. My

deepest thanks and may your way home be lit by the love of those who miss you.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

As with every book I write, there are a great many people who take the time to

respond to my strange questions without calling the authorities. So all my

military, firearm experts, and first responders who took the time to help me out, I

give you a big thank you, and proclaim any errors solely mine.

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CHAPTER 1

P hoenix in July. People called it Mother Nature’s rendition of hell on earth.

They were wrong. Hell existed on the other side of the world, in a

much more treacherous desert. If it let you go, you ran, as long and hard and as

fast as you could to escape.

But sometimes even running didn’t work, I tried. I spent the last six months,

jumping from one remote place to another, chasing wildlife with a camera for a

paycheck. A safer endeavor than chasing two footed monsters.

Unfortunately, there was one thing I couldn’t outrun, family. Or the closest thing to it in my case, Kelsey. Sister by circumstances, not blood, and the only

human on the planet I would consider returning to civilization for. Right now, she should be on her own plane with a group of fellow lawyers for some boring-ass conference. Her words, not mine. Instead, she managed to get a message to

me, despite me being in the wilds of America’s last frontier. Someone was asking questions about me and watching her.

Which meant one disturbing message and eight hours later, I found myself

crammed into the sardine can doubling as a plane. As it rolled to a stop on the

tarmac, I moved into the narrow aisle, squishing between a young mother

holding a squirming toddler, and a heavy set, cranky businessman as we

Are sens

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