"Tristan!"

Tristan paused immediately as a voice sounded in his earphone. His hand released the trigger, and he stayed quiet.

"I know you can hear me. I know what you're planning—don't fucking do it," the voice sounded again.

Tristan sighed. It was his older brother's voice.

"Why the heck are you ruining the fun?" he mumbled, looking back at Jolene, who had just gotten into her car and left.

Shit! He cursed inwardly.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to act out of order?" His brother's voice was cold.

"You don't get to give me orders," Tristan rolled his eyes.

"Get over here and let's talk....