This close, he could hear voices. Low murmurs. A female voice, muffled, making low cries of terror. An aggressive, threatening male voice. A second male voice joined the first, this one higher-pitched, anxious and apprehensive. Liam’s heart rate accelerated. He had two targets to take out and a hostage to save. He couldn’t fire indiscriminately. He needed to be precise and exact. He didn’t know Quinn Riley well, but she was feisty and tough. She wasn’t Hannah, but he still felt a responsibility to keep her alive. No one was hurting women and children on his watch. No way in hell.
