Chapter 300

Broderick's subordinate respectfully handed over what he'd found. Broderick glanced at it-it was a torn piece from a shirt hem, probably ripped off by a branch. His fingers brushed the fabric. A breeze passed, carrying a faint but familiar scent. His eyes slightly narrowed as he brought the cloth to his nose. Yeah, that smell... way too familiar. He stepped under the tree and looked up. Shadows danced between branches, but there was nothing up there. In that split second, Leslie's face flashed through his mind. Back at the old house, she'd once sat on a tree branch, her long legs swinging playfully. Broderick's lips tightened. Why was he thinking about her now? That dagger-accurate, fast, and deadly from such a distance-could Leslie even pull that off? He thought of her soft voice, her mischievous grin, that teasing sparkle in her eyes. He couldn't match that sweet, playful girl with the person who threw that knife tonight. Broderick twirled the dagger between his fingers and left a br