April was mistaken. It couldn't be Savannah. Savannah was dead, as was John. They'd all been torn apart with grief since getting the news.
From Vance.
"That sonofaBITCH!" Eliot slammed his fist against the table, making his coffee cup jump and tip, spilling its contents. Cody scrambled out of the way, taking refuge between the two beds, as Eliot shoved out of his chair.
Eliot saw red. Any misgiving he'd had about leaving vanished. He would not follow a man who had no compunction about destroying lives.