“No. I’d win, but what fun would that be? Over so quickly?” Gary leaned forward. “Didn’t you ever wonder? Who was better at the game—you or me?”

Wolfe shook his head. “I never considered any of it a game. We were on the same team, so it didn’t matter who was better.” It mattered that they covered each other’s backs. “It sickens me that you killed one innocent woman and have been stalking another one. How long have you been following Dana?” He had to make sure Gary hadn’t found the unit as well.

“I haven’t.” Gary grinned, leaning back as if they were two old buddies catching up. “Found out she was snooping around the story about Candy disappearing, had a buddy look her up, and guess what’s plastered all over social media? Yep. This wedding. The bride is very energetic and so helpful. I arrived, found you, and got to work on the building after all of the nice wedding guests went to bed, including you.”

Was he telling the truth? Seemed like it.

Bile rolled around in Wolfe’s stomach. “This is getting tedious, and we’re at a stalemate. We both need to walk away right now.” So he could get Dana and her family to safety. The urge to do so rushed through his veins.

“Oh, I’m not quite done today.” Gary stroked the detonator with his free hand. “What do you know about my operation?”

“Not enough. I was just on to Albert Nelson when he was shot in the head. You?” Wolfe asked as more of the puzzle took shape.

“Me,” Gary confirmed. “It was an easy kill. Were you at the party?”

Wolfe nodded. “Yeah. Didn’t feel you there.” Was he losing his edge?

Gary scratched his beard. “I didn’t feel you there, either. Interesting.”

Wait a minute. “The second Captive party. Were you there?”

“No.” Gary sighed. “I’d never dose you. Too easy, you know?”

Ah, shit. “It was Theresa.” Now he remembered the woman wearing the mask.

Gary snorted. “She’s a crafty one, and she did that on her own. Had a couple of men there to take Dana, and neither of us realized that you were there as well. Otherwise, Dana would’ve met me in person that night and told me all she’d discovered.”

Bile rose in Wolfe’s throat. “Great. You and a sociopath teaming up. What could go wrong?”

“The sex is amazing.” Gary’s eyes gleamed. “You should also be aware that you didn’t feel me here last night. That was quite a spectacle with your dog, who is sneaking up behind me, by the way. Might want to stop him before I let go of this handy detonator.”

Wolfe whistled, and Roscoe emerged from the bushes behind Gary. “Here, boy. Leave the psycho alone.”