Alaskan Fantasy. Elle James

so sure.” Tazer’s voice lowered. “When I asked if you two should drop out of the race, Royce was adamant you stay in. He said, and I repeat verbatim, ‘Kat and Sam are good. If the shooter isn’t just after Sam, they need to be there for the rest of the participants.’”

      An image of Sam moving through the trees around the swamp came to Kat’s mind. He’d used all the cover, concealment and movement techniques of a combat veteran. “How would he know if Sam was good or not?”

      “How would who know what about me?” Sam asked over Kat’s shoulder.

      “Look, Tazer, I gotta get back on the trail. Will you follow up and let me know what you find out?”