Page 60 of Sinner's Salvation

Anna nodded. “I want some photos taken first.” She took off the watch cap she’d been wearing.

“Photos?” Baz asked, with both eyebrows raised.

“I look horrible, do I not?”

“Yes, but —”

“I have no intention of meeting with anyone from Homeland Security, but I want some evidence of the assault on me so our lawyers can take action.”

“Okay, that might shut some of them up for five minutes.”

“I need to send the photos to someone from the embassy,” she told him. “I want this to be done through the correct channels, so that weasel can’t wiggle out of the consequences of his actions.”

Baz grinned. “That is a great idea.” He pulled out his phone and began texting. “I’m having Mason contact the embassy. While we’re waiting, why don’t I take the pictures now and transfer them to you. You really do look like you fought a war today.”

“Fine,” she huffed.

Baz took photos of her head and neck. Some bruising was still visible, along with the blood, now crusty, in her hair. The burns on her shoulder and arm were still awful looking as well. Blistered and red. Baz took photos of them too. “I think we should say that he did shoot you, but he only nicked you, causing a lot of blood, but not a lot of damage. You passed out thanks to the shock of being attacked.”

“I got shot too,” Brian said. “Maybe we could say that he missed because I pushed her out of the way.”

Anna turned to him. “You did try to push me out of the way.”

Brian blinked. “You remember that?”

“I have an eidetic memory. It took a while before I remembered that, but I do remember it.”

“Brian, can I get some pictures of you, too?” Baz asked.

“Sure, anything to stick to that asshole, Ledger,” Brian said, lifting his arm to show off the bullet hole and blood on his clothing. Then he took his suit jacket off and shirt to display his bandaged wound. “Do I have to take this off?” he asked, pointing at the bandage.

“No. You’re going to get checked out by a doctor at some point, probably because the FBI insist. That will be good enough.”

“Awesome.”

He posed for a couple more pictures, then yawned. “Can I go get cleaned up and grab some sleep?”

“Sure,” Baz said. “You can either use Yvgeny’s spare room...or the safe room, if you prefer. You remember where that is?”

Brian snorted. “Like I could forget about the secret safe room.”

“Actually,” Anna said. “Perhaps you should sleep in the safe room.”

Brian shook his head. “No, I want to be available in case the FBI need to see me or talk to me. Right now, they don’t know what’s going on.”

“Evan and I will rest in the safe room then,” Anna said.

“Good,” Baz agreed. “Let’s keep both of you out of sight, and you can keep an eye on what’s happening in the hotel from there.”

“You’ve got a security feed in this safe room?” Evan asked.

“There’s a whole wall of screens with feeds from cameras all over the hotel,” Baz told him, with a smile.

“I’m going to take that shower while you show Evan around,” Anna said.

The men all nodded at her.

As she entered Yvgeny’s bedroom she heard Evan say, “Nice.”

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