Chapter 7
“Maybe I’m slow,” Kyle said after taking a bite of the scrambled eggs Brax had fixed for breakfast, “because it didn’t occur to me until I was on my way over here. If it was some of Russo’s people who took shots at you while you were out running, then obviously he knows you’re in the city. Why hasn’t he done anything else?”
“It’s only been a week since that happened. He may be regrouping, since they didn’t succeed. Or we may be way off base to begin with, and it really was just a couple of hunters looking for a black wolf their boss had spotted. Maybe he wasn’t a hunter, but knew they were.” Brax shrugged.
“And maybe the moon is made of blue cheese,” Kyle retorted, shaking his head. “You know as well as I do that you were targeted, if the area you run in is as remote as you sa
