Page 107 of Sinner's Salvation

She shook her head. “I have to go back and you need to get to the hotel’s safe room.” She pushed on his shoulders, trying to move him back in the direction he’d come from.

“Wait,” he said, grabbing her hands with his so he could hold them. “I also came because Homeland has the twins and they’re going to fly them somewhere. I’m not sure when they’ll take off, but if someone doesn’t stop Homeland, they’re going to have their hands full of two guys who have no problem killing everyone they see.”

Her whole body deflated a little, and she made a panicked sound at the back of her throat. “I can’t leave here until these...these buttholes are contained.”

Evan almost laughed, and she was right. Asshole was too good a word for them.

“So, what should we do? Cut off their heads?” Evan asked.

She hesitated only for a moment. “Yes, but...” She looked around, her shoulders slumped in defeat. “How are we going to get the bodies out of here without also being charged with murder?”

Yeah, the whole situation was FUBAR.

Wait a sec.

Evan pulled out his phone and punched in Aaron Marek’s number. “Hey, remember when you told me to call you if things went sideways and upside down? Well, that’s my address right now.”

“How bad is it?”

“Well, I’ve got a couple of bodies who really shouldn’t go to a regular morgue.”

“Are you alone?”

“No.”

“Is anyone else injured?”

“Nope.” Evan looked at Anna, taking in her torn and bloody clothing. “But some clean clothing would be a bonus.”

Marek grunted. “What size.”

“A lady’s small.”

There was a pause, then Marek said. “As it happens, I’m not far away. Give me a few minutes to get there.” The call ended.

Shit, he hadn’t told Marek where he was. The sneaky fucker already knew.

He put his phone in a pocket. “We need to go French Revolution on both of them right now. My boss is on his way, and I don’t think it’s going to take him much time to get here.”

She gave him a long look. “I guess I should have packed my guillotine.”

Anna returned to the first Italian he’d shot, picked up the bastard’s sword, and cut his head off in one smooth motion. She knew what she was doing with that thing.

A few seconds later, Anna cut off the head of his brother.

She returned to Evan’s side, putting the bloody sword on the ground as if it were a live snake. “We just...wait?”

“Yeah. If he says he’ll be here, he’ll be here.”

She didn’t reply.

Evan kept glancing at Anna, who was silent next to him. Her mouth was twisted up as if she’d put something sour in her mouth.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“I am now,” she said. “I was stabbed then shot, but those injuries are mostly healed.” She looked down at herself. “I look like I massacred a lot more than two people. I can’t appear in public until I can clean up and change.”

“Marek is bringing you some clothes.”

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