Poor Gideon hadn’t been allowed that luxury. Molina’s second-in-command had kept asking questions about DJ and had Gideon filling out paperwork for hours. He hadn’t had a moment’s peace.

“Hey,” she said to Gideon. “You want to sit here?” she asked, pointing to her cushioned chair, because her brother looked just awful, his face drawn and haggard.

He pulled up a plastic chair and sank wearily into it. “No, you sit. I can’t stay long. I just wanted to see how he’s doing.” He nodded toward Amos.

“The same. The doctor said that they were able to repair the damage to his artery, but they don’t know if he has any nerve damage. It missed his spinal cord, thankfully. Another fraction of an inch and he’d be dead. They’ll do more tests when he wakes up.”

Wake up, Amos.

Gideon blew out a breath. “I swear, I thought he’d fired the shot that took out Ephraim. The last thing I said to him was to accuse him of shooting that SOB.”

“He’ll understand,” Mercy said, confident of that, if nothing else. “How is Molina?”

“Hurting,” Gideon murmured. “She’ll be out for at least a few months. He shot her in the leg and nicked a bone. And she’s angry.” He winced. “But not at us. Not really. She’s pissed off that we took you with us to Dunsmuir, but we gave her all the information as we received it, so we’ll probably just get smacks on the wrist—Tom and me, I mean. She’s mostly angry because she’s in pain. And that DJ got the drop on them. And wants to know where he was trained.”

“Where was he trained?” Mercy asked quietly. “He took out eight federal agents, Gideon. Molina and two of the SWAT guys will live, but he incapacitated them. He killed five agents.” He’d shot them all with a sniper rifle, apparently from the trees. “He had to have been trained by someone. He isn’t a mercenary with any large organization, because he can’t leave Eden, except when he makes deliveries.” Oh. “He’s making deliveries to drug dealers. Did he learn how to shoot like that from them?”

Gideon looked impressed. “Nice job. I think that’s exactly where he learned his skills. He knew enough to aim for the exposed area of the neck, because Molina and the SWAT team were wearing tactical armor. Same with Schumacher. And Amos.”

And me. He was aiming for me.

Nope. Not thinking about that. Shove it into the box. “It doesn’t explain how he knew we’d be there, though.”

Rafe stirred in the recliner. “He had to have been tracking Ephraim,” he said with a yawn. “He made sure he killed Ephraim before he started on the rest of us. Well, after he stopped Molina and the SWAT team.”

Mercy shuddered at the thought of Amos lying on the ground, bleeding. So much blood. “Thank goodness for Daisy. If she hadn’t shot him, he might have killed all of us.”