Asa's POV

It wasn't long after Marco and the troops moved out that they returned back in. I could hear the sound of men laughing over a good victory even before Marco stepped into my study room to report.

He entered with the men just a few steps beyond the door and I remained in my position, studying my map and sipping on my bourbon.

Marco bowed once and then came to stand before me, still holding his rifle in hand.

“He slipped, Boss.” Marco said without flourish. “Alex got ...