Page 100 of Elusive Promise

His gut tightened at Isaac's despicable words. "You killed her."

Isaac gave him a brash, unrepentant look. "So what?"

"You'll pay for what you did."

"The CIA won't let me pay. I'm their asset," he drawled. "They'll protect me, or they get no more information."

"They won't protect you, not for killing an agent."

"You're wrong," Isaac said, a mocking expression on his face. "They already know what I did. They don't care. I'm useful to them."

Anger and fury ran through him, as he wondered if he was wrong, if the agency would protect Isaac.

He'd never felt such overwhelming rage, such an intense desire to kill someone. This man, with his evil grin did not deserve to be on this earth. It would be easy to pull the trigger, to make sure April got justice. She deserved that. His hand tightened on his gun.

"Jared, don't."

He turned his head to see Parisa in the doorway. She had her weapon out as she came into the room.

"Don't kill him," she said, her gaze on his. "Not because he deserves to live, but because you will never be the same."

"I don't care about myself."

"Well, I do," she said. "I care about you."

"He thinks the agency will protect him."

"They will," Isaac put in.

"We'll make sure that doesn't happen," Parisa said. "We'll get justice for April and for Jasmine."

"Is the FBI right behind you?" he asked.

"I told Damon I was following a lead, that I'd call him if it panned out. It's just me and you…and him."

He looked back at Isaac, at his smug smile. He wanted so much to take this man's last breath, to avenge April's death.But if he did—what difference would there be between him and Isaac?

He saw Isaac's gaze darting around, looking for an escape, or maybe another weapon. "Don't move," he warned him.

"You're not going to kill me," Isaac drawled. "You're going to save my life."

"I don't have to kill you. I can just let you die. At the rate you're bleeding, that won't be long."

"She won't let you." Isaac tipped his head at Parisa. "She's a woman. Women are weak."

"Not this woman. I'll let him do whatever he wants," Parisa said. "And I won't mind watching." She turned to him. "It's up to you, Jared. This is your call. Whatever you say happened here will be what happened."

He felt a rush of amazement at her words of unconditional support. He knew what he had to do. "Call Damon."

She pulled out her phone and made the call.

"You're a coward," Isaac said, spitting onto the ground. "All of you Americans are cowards."

"What's cowardly is killing an innocent person," Jared returned.

"The CIA bitch wasn't innocent. She was using me. I used her."

"If you knew she was CIA, and you're an asset, why the hell would you kill her?"

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