Page 120 of Crossover

What the hell was he doing in my penthouse? How did he get up here? Past security? My mouth ran dry, wondering if any of them were still alive.

But even more horrifying was the reminder that anytime now, Ivy would come up here. My gaze lingered on the elevator doors, wondering with horror how much time I had until Ivy walked into the room with one of the most dangerous criminals in the world.

“Thought you left the country.”

“That’s what they always think, isn’t it?” he accused. “When someone lays low to plan his next move.”

His next move. The tone of his voice made it clear that whatever it was, it was big.

“Pity,” I said. “What do you want?”

Vosch ambled forward.

“Your building has top-notch security,” Vosch said.

“And yet here you are.” Packing at least two guns himself, based on the bulge in his right hip and ankle—one more thanme. And that didn’t include his armed thugs, who were staring at me with such an intensity that they might blow my head off if I merely hiccuped. “Why?”

Vosch’s silence hung in the air, a deliberate slight that spoke volumes, while his attention roamed over my penthouse. His presence here was the filthiest of invasions. A plague-infested rat slopping along the floor, leaving a trail of disease behind him. I wanted to burn everywhere he had been.

“You created quite a complication when you killed your boss,” he said.

“He killed himself.”

“Not what I heard.”

“Then, your intelligence is subpar,” I retorted. “So, why don’t you just get to your point and tell me why you’re here?”

Or have your soldiers go for a walk so I have a better shot at blowing your head off before you do mine.

“Perhaps it’s to eliminate the man who created such a complication for me.”

“If you were going to eliminate me, I’d be dead by now.”

“That’s not entirely accurate.”

“Then, enlighten me.” I clenched my hand into a fist.

“As I said, you created quite a complication, eliminating one of my agents.”

“Youragent,” I scoffed.

“Daniel was a good soldier.”

“He was,” I agreed. “Until you got your claws in him.”

Vosch paused, trailing a finger along the wall like he was inspecting it.

“Everything is so black and white to you, isn’t it?”

“When it comes to murdering innocent civilians? Yes, it is.”

Vosch cocked his head, as if studying a science experiment.

“You kill people for a living,” Vosch said. “You and I are not so different.”

“We’re very fucking different.”

“We have our own motivations, but our actions are the same.”

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