Chapter 62

What the hell was he wasting his time on? Kaylee had just said that there was no sign of Ivan, Rex, or Mirko! I began to despair again, when the information finally reached the center of my brain and I could process it properly. My chest closed. Mirko. Ivan. Agent Aguilera. Where were you? Tears filled my eyes again, and a few ran down my cheeks. Mirko, for God’s sake! If God existed, he couldn’t be such a son of a bitch as to hurt an innocent child. I gritted my teeth and took a few steps back; the smell of rubber and other burning materials was nauseating me. I looked down, because I couldn’t stand seeing all that fire taking my life anymore.

And then I found the prints.

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My father, as a good hunting enthusiast, was enthusiastic about the entire process. It was not enough for him to have a good rifle and decent aim; he was a hunter.

So one time, on a family vacation, he befriended a descendant of the Mohawk Indians who taught him a few tricks on how to t