Who the hell was Tyler? — A story in 100 words.
Tyler felt for his knife.
It was understood Tyler was quick, but no one knew just how lithe he was. In four silent steps, he was behind the Russian giant—the guy threatening Steph from the other side of the tree.
The distance crippled Mark. He couldn’t get over to Steph in time and definitely not without making a commotion.
All he could do was watch.
And hope.
Tyler hopped on the Russian’s back, covered the giant’s mouth, and slit his throat with nary a gurgle from the guy.
Tyler grabbed Steph, looked at Mark, and motioned for him to follow.
Who was this guy?