“Trigger.”
“Yeah?”
“Watch him.”
Trigger’s grin turned dangerous.
“With pleasure.”
I headed toward the stairs fast.
Behind me, Vaughn shouted after me:
“She’s gonna get you killed too!”
I stopped halfway up the stairs.
Slowly looked back over my shoulder.
And smiled.
Notnice.
Not sane.
The kind of smile that made Vaughn visibly tense against the floor.
“Maybe,” I said quietly.
Then I looked straight at him.
“But you’re definitely dying first.”
23
FELICITY
Iheard every word.
Every single one.
The senator’s son.
Federal officials.
Alive.
Worth a fortune.
The words kept echoing through my head while I stood upstairs gripping the kitchen counter hard enough my fingers hurt.
I should’ve run.
That thought kept repeating too.
Not because I wanted to leave Hersh.
God no.
