Chapter 26

“Wait!” he screamed.

I paused just as he frantically dug into his pocket. With shaking fingers, he pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and thrust it toward me as if his life depended on it.

I snatched the phone and looked down at the screen. A picture stared back at me. A middle-aged man cloaked in black, his hood drawn low over his face. I didn’t recognize him.

“And who the fuck is this?” I asked coldly, lifting my eyes to him as my patience thinned to a razor’s edge.

“He—he knows about the boy and his mother,” he blurted out.

I loosened my grip just enough for him to suck in air. He coughed violently, glanced at the corpse beside us, then hurried on, fear thick in his voice.

“During my search for them, one of my intel sources mentioned him. He went to report the attacks in the woods to the authorities. That drew the attention of the hunters, they questioned him. And he talked. He spoke about the woman and the child.”

My grip tightened again.

“They’re still in the woods,” he f