Either way, it paid to be careful around him.

Nick turned his weapon on the other Snake Eaters when English made a move toward his gun. “Leave them,” Nick ordered. “Backups too, on the ground.”

English, Park, and Frost all complied without complaint. They were all hardened veterans; they recognized a man on the edge when they saw one. They kicked their guns toward Nick and backed away from them, hands held above their heads.

Nick glanced at Ty and the others, nodding his head toward the weapons. Kelly jumped when he realized Nick wanted him to move, and he bent to gather the guns and extra clips, handing the spares over to Ty and Zane and checking them before shoving two of them into his pants. He gave Nick a curt nod, never speaking a word. They reminded Ty of Bonnie and Clyde knocking over a bank.

Nick surveyed the people in the sunroom. Ty glanced over them as well, wondering what Nick was looking for. Several people were drenched from the rain, including Deuce and Livi. More were bleeding from cuts caused by falling glass. Mara’s cheek was bleeding, and Earl was cupping her chin to examine it, paying Nick and his gun no attention whatsoever.

Everyone else was staring at Nick, not sure if he was a hero or a new villain.

“Next person who wastes my time with a lie is losing a kneecap,” Nick announced.

Villain, then.

Ty moved slowly, coming up behind Kelly to whisper in his ear. “Can we take him out without hurting him?”

Kelly shook his head. “Don’t need to. Just watch.”

“Three pieces of tech. Three targets,” Nick said, addressing Stanton. “What are they contained on?”

“Computers. Secure files. You don’t need the gun,” Stanton said, trying to sound calm and failing.

“It seems more effective than being pleasant and trustworthy,” Nick countered. “How are the files accessed?”

“A key code. A six-digit code. I only know mine. And then an override code must be entered. I’m the only one who knows that as well.”

“Well, at least they won’t have to cut out your eyeballs for the security or anything. Next time, don’t make yourself the key,” Nick said wryly. He lowered the gun, stuffing it in the small of his back. He glanced at Kelly, then Ty and Zane, and shrugged. “We’re running short on time here.”

Ty gaped at him. He finally snapped out of it and turned to Stanton, feeling the need to both apologize and yell at the man. The Snake Eaters were all glaring at them, looking mutinous.

“Where’s your other man?” Ty asked English.

“Kid duty.”

Ty walked over to him and handed him his gun back. He held up the backup. “I’m keeping this ’til I can find a better one.”

English nodded reluctantly.

“Get all these people into a room and keep them there. Preferably one without a carving on the wall of an angel attached to a ball and chain.”

“Pardon?” English asked, his tone flat and tired.

“Just . . . roll with it.” Ty checked his clip, then shoved the gun into his belt. “We’ll be back with more weapons. Keep everyone calm.”

Ty turned to his men, casting a stray glance at Nick to make sure he hadn’t truly snapped. Nick was smiling crookedly at him, though. Ty had to fight against his own smile. Nick had obviously enjoyed that a little too much.

He gave orders as they left the sunroom and emerged into the darkened great hall. “Round up all the weapons, and any stray guests or staff you run across. The kids are in the nursery on the third floor, get them down here.”

Nick and Kelly both gave him curt nods and jogged off toward the grand staircase. Ty and Zane followed the light of Zane’s phone toward the room they’d seen on their tour the first day, where stag heads and stuffed birds mingled with hunting rifles and antique weaponry.

“What the hell?” Ty said as they walked. “Why would she go bonkers now? No one was onto her.”

“I don’t know. Maybe she thought we had more than we did, took the offensive route.”

“Pft.”

“Not everyone can handle the cloak-and-dagger shit like you can, Ty.”

“No, but if Nikki Webb was the woman who killed Milton on the beach and the cook in the kitchen, she had a man with her. How the hell does Kline fit in? That means we have three killers on the island. And the Snake Eaters can’t fucking be trusted.”

“Right.”

“As soon as we get armed, we’re taking Amelia and keeping her with us.”

“Agreed.”

They took a wrong turn and had to backtrack, getting confused with all the lights out. Zane insisted he knew where they were, though, and Ty trusted his mental maps to get them there.

“Okay, so was that crazy or savvy?” Zane finally asked.

“What?”

“Nick. Is he pretending to be crazy to scare people into telling him the truth? Or is he actually crazy and scary?”

Ty winced, shrugging. “Sometimes I don’t know.”

Zane snorted. “That was ruthless. It was kind of hot.”

“Don’t fucking start with me, Zane. I’m not even kidding.”

Zane laughed, but went quiet when they found the door to the room ajar. A sense of impending doom began to settle in Ty’s stomach.

Zane turned his light off, and Ty toed the door open. There was just enough light still coming through the windows for him to see the broken glass of the empty gun cabinet.

“Well, that can’t be good,” Zane whispered.

Nick let Kelly lead them to their rooms to gather all the weapons they’d packed. Nick trailed to a stop in front of Nikki Webb’s door.

Kelly turned and gave Nick a questioning shrug. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to search her room.”

“But Six told us to—”

“Fuck what he told us, Kels,” Nick growled. “He’s not our Six anymore, and he’s wrong this time.”

Kelly looked stunned for a moment before nodding. He strode closer and grabbed Nick by his shirt, yanking him closer to kiss him. “I’ll meet you back here in five.”

Nick nodded, breathless as Kelly pulled away. He watched Kelly fade into the darkness, then turned to the room Nikki Webb and what’s her face, the Sun Tzu fan, had shared.

He knocked first, wishing he could remember the other woman’s name. She’d fucking spelled it for him, for Christ’s sake. There was no answer to his knock.

He knocked again, then waited a beat before trying the doorknob.

A sound from the stairwell halted him. He went still, cocking his head to listen. There was a thump upstairs, then a grunt and a quiet click. He crept toward the stairs, listening intently. The only sound he could discern was the soft whimpering of a small child. It was so distant he couldn’t tell if it was coming from upstairs, or from his memory of the past.

With a last look back at the hallway, he started up the dark steps to investigate.

When Ty did a head count of the people milling about in the dining room, he was alarmed to find only half the people on the island were present, and neither Nick nor Kelly were among them yet.

“Where the hell is everyone else?” he asked Deuce in a whisper that seemed to echo in the large room.

Deuce shrugged. He was still drenched from the rain in the sunroom. “Everyone refuses to come out of their bedrooms until the ferry gets here. And frankly, Ty, with all the good guy shooting going on here, I don’t blame them. Why do you want all of us down here?”

“Will you bring Livi over here, please?” Ty requested, trying to keep his tone soothing.

Deuce went to retrieve her, murmuring to her as they rejoined Ty near the doorway.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Do you know about the passages inside the walls of the house?” Ty asked her, deciding that easing into things was no longer an option.

She blinked rapidly at him, shaking her head. “The what?”

“Ty,” Deuce said disapprovingly.

“I’m not joking. Nick and Kelly found an entrance in their bedroom. There are passages that go through the entire house. That’s how the killers got into the kitchen and killed the cook. That’s how they’ve been moving around without being seen. Deacon, all the rifles and small arms used for hunting have disappeared. Someone is either armed to the fucking teeth, or they’re making sure none of us can be. No one is safe locked in their rooms. We need to get everyone down here, make sure we have safety in numbers. And we need to find every carved angel with a ball and chain in its wing. Those are the entrances. I also need to know every single fucking person on this island who knew about those passages.”

Deuce was nodding urgently, but Livi seemed stunned. Even when Deuce moved away, she remained rooted to the spot, her mouth ajar. Ty put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“The ball and chain wings,” she said, her voice dazed. “There’s one in the nursery.”

Ty’s heart dropped. “The one on the third floor?”

“The kids are all up there,” Livi whispered. “We thought they’d be safe with the nanny and a bodyguard at the door. Ty . . . Amelia is up there.”

Nick climbed the winding stairs, his mind a swirl of emotions he didn’t normally find himself hindered by. He was grieving over the life he’d been forced to take. He was conflicted over the combination of guilt and nonchalance he was feeling over the decision to take that shot instead of the admittedly more risky option of trying to restrain her. And he was angry. He was furious, in fact, and no amount of trying to walk it off seemed to be able to cool him down.

That in and of itself told him that he was closer to cracking than he had been in a very long time. It had gotten beyond his normally impressive level of control, and with nowhere to go and lick his wounds, it would continue to spiral unless he could find a way to block it all out until he had a chance to decompress.

He and Ty had been through many fires together. They’d had a few fights. After the year they’d spent not communicating at all, Ty had been the one to reach out to Nick, first saying that he missed him and then adding that he needed help from someone he could trust. Nick hadn’t hesitated. He never did. Ty was his best friend, and no matter what they did to each other, they would always be brothers. His loyalty was reciprocated too, with Ty jumping to his side whenever Nick needed him.

Nick wasn’t sure he could forgive Ty for all the lies he’d uncovered in the past year, though. He hadn’t been able to get over it even while they’d been deployed, and now that they were here, embroiled in someone else’s problems again, Nick couldn’t reconcile the anger and betrayal. Not this time.

He came to the last riser of the staircase, and his thoughts were interrupted by another thump and a quiet whimper. Something about the sound—a sound he heard in his dreams, a sound he’d made hundreds of times as a boy—made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He took the last few steps two at a time. He moved quickly and silently in the dark, taking care the floorboards beneath his feet didn’t creak. He got to the nursery door and nearly tripped over the body of the Snake Eater on the ground. It was Hardin. Blood was streaming from a wound on the man’s forehead. Nick checked his pulse and found nothing. He put his palm over Hardin’s staring eyes and closed them.

“Hooah, soldier,” he whispered. He patted the dead Snake Eater down, but his weapon was gone. Nick reached for his own gun and raised it toward the door.

He hesitated only another second before he pushed the door open. The nanny was standing near the massive fireplace with her back to the door. The five Grady cousins were all cowering in the corner, the oldest boy trying to shield the younger ones with his small body. He was no more than ten.

“You can’t take her!” he shouted at the nanny.

Maisie backhanded the boy so hard he stumbled to the side. He quickly recovered and put himself back in front of his cousins with a determined snarl, blood dripping from his lip.

Nick saw red and shoved into the room. The woman turned when she heard him, startling and taking a quick step back. Nick stalked toward her, not slowing when she pulled a gun with a silencer from the folds of her dress and pointed it at him. She wasn’t even holding the damn thing the right way. He flinched when she pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. She’d forgotten to take the safety off.

She fumbled with the weapon, still backing away from him, her face contorting in terror. She screamed for help, the shrill cry enough to pierce eardrums. She finally managed to get the safety off, and she fired rapidly, a frightened spray of bullets from a person who’d obviously never handled a gun before. One of the shots burned as it went past Nick’s ribs. She nearly stumbled over her own feet when the shot didn’t even slow Nick down, and Nick was on her before she could even think about reloading the gun. She tried smacking at him and kneeing him in the groin, both moves he easily deflected. He held her gun hand by the wrist and wrapped his fingers around her throat, picking her up by her neck until her toes were barely able to touch the ground.

She fought to bring the gun up, choking and sputtering. The way she fought, she certainly wasn’t the one who’d taken out the Green Beret at the door. She wasn’t alone. Just as he thought it, Nick heard the heavy footsteps of someone coming down the hallway. Her partner must have been doing a perimeter check, leaving her to retrieve Amelia alone.

“How many?” Nick asked, letting her toes graze the floor so she could breathe to answer.

“They’ll get what they want no matter what you do,” she managed to say. “Half a million pounds for one little girl. I couldn’t say no. No one could.”