One drop of blood slid down Carrone’s neck. Deline watched it. He hardly breathed.
He could stop her. He didn’t have – she didn’t think he had orders against stopping her. Perhaps she should have written down everything she’d ordered him to do.
“Why?” she asked. She was proud of herself that her voice sounded mostly casual. She didn’t feel in the least bit calm, casual, or laid-back about the matter. She was actually a little bit fond of him. “Why would you want that?” Continue reading