After unzipping Edlin’s coat and unsnapping his overalls, Bishop tended to the man’s wounds. “Who did this to you?” “That damn…general.” Blood dribbled from Edlin’s cracked lips. “He sent his goons…they killed Wendy…they killed my wife.” Liam’s face went hot. A low, terrible fury roiled through him. “How the hell did they get inside the perimeter?” “Edlin’s farm is outside the town limits,” Bishop said. “Off the major roads. We can’t watch everything.” As much as he hated it, Bishop was right. Dozens of homesteads and farms sprawled outside Fall Creek itself. The area was too large to protect.
