Page 164 of Ranger's Mistaken Identity

Vaughn smirked weakly again.

Too confident.

Too calm.

“I know lots of things.”

I crouched in front of him before anybody could stop me.

The tavern went silent instantly.

“You need to start making smarter choices.”

Vaughn tilted his head slightly. “Or what?”

I smiled.

Bad move on his part.

Because Trigger muttered quietly behind me:

“Oh, he’s got the murder smile again.”

Wolf sighed heavily. “Yep.”

I kept my eyes on Vaughn.

“You know what happens when Rangers lose people?”

His smirk faded slightly.

Good.

“See, normal men panic.” I leaned closer. “Normal men break.”

The room had gone deadly still now.

“But Rangers?”

I could feel Flick watching me.

Feel her heartbeat from six feet away.

“We hunt.”

Vaughn swallowed hard.

“There’s a box in that house,” I continued quietly. “And something tells me you’re suddenly very interested in whether we find it.”

Nothing.

But his eyes flickered.

Tiny movement.

Enough.

Wolf saw it too.