Callahan
Six men lie on the ground at the front of the house, all but two shot execution style. The two are riddled with bullets. They were taken by surprise. The others were rounded up.
They saw death coming.
"The front door was open when we got here," Dante says.
I should have left him with her. Why didn't I leave him? Why?
"Any of their soldiers among the dead?" my uncle asks.
Dante shakes his head. We were ambushed. Betrayed again. No one knew this house even existed. Even if they did, no on knew she was here. No one but the men who were here with her. Who are all dead.
All except for one.
"Where's Alec?" I ask. He's the lone survivor. He called it in a few hours ago.
"Kitchen."
I look beyond the house to the mountains. Turn around to the ocean. They drove right up. Killed th
