Rafe shuddered, fear for his brother slowly ebbing away. “What about Agent Schumacher?” he asked, although he thought he already knew and dreaded the answer. “She was circling around to get to Ephraim from behind. The way you came. But she never came back.”

Gideon shook his head. “She’s dead, too. I found her body when I was running after Ephraim. I think DJ must have shot her, too. Ephraim’s rifle didn’t have a silencer and the golden gun he’s been using got kicked under the camper by Farrah when he was dragging her away.”

Daisy looked over her shoulder at the SUV where Farrah sat, staring straight ahead. Probably in shock, Rafe thought. At least André was okay.

“Way to go, Farrah!” Daisy cheered, then frowned. “But why did DJ kill Agent Schumacher? And Burton? And why would he try to kill Mercy?”

“Schumacher was likely in his way, like Molina and her crew,” Gideon said grimly. “And he went after Mercy because he didn’t finish the job the first time. Mercy didn’t think that Ephraim knew she was still alive, and I agree. I think DJ lied and said she was dead and now he’s afraid that the community will find out. If you hadn’t stopped him, he probably would have kept firing. I would have been the next target, but he would have tried to silence all of us because we know the truth, that Mercy is not dead. The only person who could get that information back to Eden was Burton, because the rest of us don’t know where Eden is. And now that Burton’s dead, he can’t tell us.”

Rafe felt Mercy shudder in his arms. She looked up, blinking like an owl. “I did it again?”

Rafe kissed her forehead. “Burton is dead.”

“It was DJ,” Gideon added.

Mercy closed her eyes. “Tying up loose ends?” She sounded weary, but unsurprised.

“Seems like it,” Rafe murmured.

“Oh!” The cry came from Farrah, who was now out of the SUV and running. “André!”

Rafe slid to the front bumper of the SUV on his ass, too tired to even crawl. But he was glad he’d made the effort, because Damien and André were crossing the road, moving like they were sleepwalkers, plodding and slow. André had one arm around Damien’s waist, keeping him upright, but his other hand held a golden gun and strapped to his back was a rifle.

Damien fell to the ground beside Rafe with a groan. Dropping the golden gun, André wrapped Farrah in his arms, her happy cry like music after everything they’d experienced.

Rafe slung an arm around his brother’s shoulders, immediately letting go when Damien groaned. “Sorry, D.” He grimaced at the sight of the open wound on his brother’s head. “That happen in the wreck?”

But Damien didn’t answer, because he was staring at Amos. “What happened?”

“He was shot protecting me,” Mercy said softly. “André, where did you get the rifle?”

“And the Santa Rosa madam’s golden gun?” Rafe added.