So did Flick.
I stepped closer to her automatically.
Not touching.
Just there.
Her breathing eased slightly anyway.
Trigger noticed.
The bastard’s expression softened for about half a second before he covered it with sarcasm.
“So what I’m hearing is we’ve got two federal witnesses, a corrupt leak somewhere in law enforcement, cartel hitters circling town, and zero sleep.”
Wolf nodded once.
“Pretty much.”
“Fantastic.”
Ava looked toward me.
“Marshal service can relocate both witnesses tonight.”
“No.”
Flick’s voice came instantly.
Sharp enough to cut glass.
Everybody looked at her.
Her eyes burned now.
Not fear this time.
Exhaustion.
Anger.
“I’m not running again.”
“Felicity—”
“No.”
The word cracked apart halfway through.
God.
She was hanging on by threads.
“I can’t keep disappearing every time they get close,” she whispered. “I can’t keep waking up somewhere new pretending I’m somebody else.”
Silence.
Heavy silence.
