Midnight was an awful time to be out in the winter. It wasn’t that it was any colder, or more dangerous, but there was that fact in the back of your brain that said: if I have an accident now, there is no chance I’ll still be alive come morning.
That was the thought that rattled in the back of Liam’s mind as he and the other men moved silently through the forest, squinting through the dim moonlight, trying to keep their wits about them as the target came into view.
Liam pulled his coat a little tighter, tucked his collar up over his face so his breath could warm him, just a little. The other men wore hats, some wore masks, and aside from curt instructions from Sisk at their meeting point, half an hour gone, not a single one of them said a word to him.
He wondered if he could disappear into the woods and wait it out. He wondered if anyone would know the difference.
Aylen would know. And then Maggie…
“Kelly!” said a familiar voice, and he turned to see Adam catching up, a big smile on his face. “You’re on this, too?”