As a SEAL sniper it's always the same, lock up your target in the cross hairs and don't look away until you see the pink mist. It turns out murdering a man in his house at close range isn't all that different.I knew killing that piece of sh*t meant I would have to run to the edge of the earth to escape my crime. Disappearing into the Canadian wilderness definitely fit the bill. I thought I'd found a perfect refuge from the law, from civilization and...