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The pursuer didn’t have quite as good reflexes.

The BMW swiped a car, tires screeching.

Crash.

The BMW hit a fence by the park, and the front crumpled.

Cain slowed and pulled over. A Glock materialized in his hand, and he shoved the door open.

“Stay in the car,” he said. His face promised death.

Oh, shit.Jet scrambled out of the passenger seat.

She watched him stride over to the crashed car. There were two men in the front, both wearing balaclavas. The passenger wasn’t moving, and as she got closer, she saw blood on the man’s shirt.

The driver was moaning and moving weakly. He was trapped in the twisted metal and broken glass.

Cain whipped his gun up. He reached through the shattered side window, and yanked the man’s balaclava off. Jet gasped.

When Cain spotted her, he cursed.

The man was Chinese. He looked dazed.

With a shake of his head, Cain looked back at the man. “Who sent you?”

The man sneered.

Cain pressed the gun barrel between his eyes. “I can guess who sent you. Why?”

“The drone tech,” the man clipped out.

“Yeah, you guys like to steal. You’re done.”

The driver groaned.

“Done. You come for her again, I will kill you, your friend, and any other agents you have in Paris. I’ll track down every last one of you.”

Ice crawled over Jet’s skin. Cain sounded scary as hell.

There was no evidence of the charming man who’d flirted with her earlier.

This wasn’t Cain…this was Shade.

“You are just one…man,” the driver gritted out.

“Tell your bosses my name is Shade.”

The driver froze.

Cain dragged the gun barrel to the man’s mouth. “Nod if you understand.”

The man gave one unsteady nod.

“Now, are you done?” Cain asked.

Another nod.

“Good.” He slid the gun away. The howl of sirens coming echoed in the distance. Cain strode to Jet, grabbed her hand, and then towed her back to their car.

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