Everything becomes razor tight again.
One wrong move—
Massacre.
The operator watches Clay calmly.
“You care about her too much already.”
That lands exactly where intended.
Clay’s jaw tightens hard.
“And you don’t care about her at all.”
“No,” the operator agrees. “I care about keeping her alive.”
The honesty in that answer somehow makes him scarier.
Because I believe him.
I think he really would keep me alive.
And I think he’d destroy anyone standing in his way to do it.
Including Clay.
Absolutely not.
My pulse spikes instantly.
Because suddenly I understand something terrifying.
Clay and this man?
They’re about three seconds away from killing each other.
And if that happens—
Everybody in this warehouse dies with them.
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Clay
Iwant to put a bullet through his head.
Immediately.
The only thing stopping me is Hannah standing slightly behind my shoulder.
Because if this turns into a firefight right now, she gets caught in the middle.
And apparently every psychopath in this country wants a piece of her.
Fantastic.
Smoke curls through the loading dock while the warehouse burns around us in pieces.
