Marcus was easier. He was arrogant. He thought his father's name was a shield.
Elias lured him to a secluded stretch of road by sending a text from Caleb's phone. When Marcus stepped out of his SUV, Elias didn't hesitate. He wasn't a soldier, but he was a technician. He knew the pressure points. He knew how to make a man feel small.
As Marcus begged for mercy, Elias looked at him through the viewfinder of his camera.
"You didn't give her a choice," Elias said, his finger hovering over the shutter. "So I'm not giving you one."
One down. Two down.