Chapter 75

Considering Mitchell’s appearance, no one seemed to think it was odd that he was tearing through the airport running from invisible pursuers. People probably figured he was drunk, st**ed, or having one hell of a sixties flashback. They cursed when he mowed them down, but no one got involved. She used the same technique they had used with the deer. Keep him running and steer him toward the finish line. And guess who was waiting at the finish line? Alex.

Mutts did not hunt deer. So, it was not surprising that he fell into that trap. The pattern for the trick may have been in Mitchell’s brain, but he had never bothered to use it, so he did not recognize it when it was being played on him. She followed Alex’s scent, and she herded Mitchell out of the crowded lobby, down a deserted hall, and behind a narrow stairwell. Alex jumped out from the stairwell, grabbed Mitchell by the throat, and broke his neck. Anticlimactic, really, but they could not afford the risk of questioning him i