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“I need to get my shoes off first,” she yelled back.Huh. Not shoes. Boots. Agency-issued work boots. Those certainly don’t go with this blouse. I should have worn a bathing suit. I wonder if Zirkov would notice me in one.
No, he’s dead. You killed him.
That couldn’t be true!
A memory flashed in her mind. She’d wrapped her hands around her gun and trained it on Zirkov. He’d said something, and then she’d fired.
And kept firing.
“Maggie, get down from there!”
A tall guy wearing a hat with horns ran toward her. He’d painted his skin blue. He had to be high on something.
“Please, don’t jump. You’ll hurt yourself,” he said, getting closer.
“I’m hot. The pool will cool me off.”
“You’ll kill yourself if you jump.”
“I can’t get hurt in eight feet of water.”
“Listen to me, Magdalena. That’s not a pool. It’s the harbor. You won’t survive the fall.”
“I’m not taking orders from you anymore, Edward. You’re a druggie and a rapist. I don’t care what my mother says or how much money you have. You will leave here. Today. The Coalition’s gone. Women can do anything they want now. And that includes charging you with assault. Leave or I’ll make you regret ever touching me.”
“Maggie, it’s me. Zirkov. Not Edward.”
When she turned her head to face him, she lost her footing and quickly grabbed hold of the pole. The man was right. He wasn’t Edward. That sleaze wasn’t blue.
“Did you hear me, Magdalena? I’m Zirkov.”
“I killed Zirkov,” she cried out, the tears flowing so hard, she could barely see. “I fought the pain, and I still shot him.”
“Listen to me. I’m not dead. I had a bulletproof vest on. Your protocol, Maggie. Do you remember? You said never go into an unknown situation without wearing a vest.”
Maggie remembered that conversation. It had been at a restaurant, her first social outing with Zirkov. She’d been excited to meet him until he’d started asking questions about a dead og’dal.
She squinted her eyes, trying to determine what was so familiar about the male in front of her, but the tears clouded her vision.
“I promise you, Maggie. Zirkov’s not dead. I’m him. You tried to kill me, but I’m alive. You need to finish the job.” He placed a gun on the ground. Her gun. How did he get hold of—
Her brain flared as she finally recognized the male. Zirkov. She hadn’t killed him!
Unless she was dreaming. “Zirkov?”
“Yes!”
The sudden need to grab the gun and shoot him returned. She would kill him if he stayed there. Hell, she already had!
“Get away from me. I don’t want to kill you!”
“You won’t.” He inched closer.
“But I have to!” Tears streamed down her face.
He took three steps closer. “Maggie, take my hand, please. You’re on a bridge. If you jump, you’ll kill yourself.”
Yes, kill myself. To save him.
