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He’d spotted Craig Degann through his sniper’s scope, leaning against a tree, finishing off a bottle of whiskey, watching the other partygoers dance around the bonfire like heathens. Laughter and music floated through the trees to his position flat on the forest floor. Had it been anyone else, Jacob would have taken the shot. But it wasn’t anyone else. And he didn’t.
