Giovani hadn't waited to see if they were being trailed. Once he had Jack and was told to get out, he did so. He had been shot a few times before and knew how painful it could be. He didn't stop to examine his brother's injury, rather threw the car into reverse and started on the journey back to Omaha without even returning to the hotel to gather the items they had left behind.

"How are you doing?" Giovani asked, pulling the car onto the highway.

Jack grimaced. He had pulled the leg of his jeans up to survey the damage. The wound looked so very odd to him. The...