Callahan
"Not who you expected to see?" Fernando Mancini asks but the words don't make sense.
The crew found the tracker not fifteen minutes ago. I know because the signal went dead, but we followed the dimly bobbing light in the distance.
It's the first time I've seen Fernando Mancini in person since the night he murdered my family.
He's older now. A little softer around the middle, a little more worn, but by no means not a threat.
Especially not when he has Portia by the arm, the gun in his hand digging into her temple.
I can't look at her though. Can't think about how bruised and tattered she looks.
How naked and vulnerable.
I need to keep my eyes on him.
"Drop your weapon or I kill her in a heartbeat.”
“I have no intention of shooting you. I plan on using my hands,” I say, se
