Page 51 of Lethal Game

“A day, two at most.”

“Good.” She blew out a breath and concentrated on writing her report. The faster the better. All the assholes from last night weren’t going to get any more air time inside her head than they already had. She was done.Donewith being scared.

One fact stood out, however.

They’d been waiting for her outside her door.

She’d been their target.

“Con?” she asked, attempting to come up with alternate places where she could sleep and be secure. “How safe is the lab?” She glanced at him to see if she had his attention. She did. He was watching her with an eagle’s interest in prey. “I mean, in your professional opinion, is the lab secure?”

“Security, safety, whatever you want to call it, is mostly a myth.” He shrugged. “With the right intel and planning, any area could be breached.” He thought about that for a second. “I’ll talk to Max about moving your hotel room around every few days.”

“What about you?”

He gave her a strange smile. “Whenever I sayyou, I meanme, too.”

“Oh. Right. We’re a team.” Having him that close all the time might prove inconvenient when she needed to give herself a transfusion of platelets. How was she going to explain an IV sticking out of her arm? She should probably give herself one today or tomorrow. Could she get away with locking herself in the bathroom for a couple of hours?

Or would that cause a whole new set of problems?

Chapter Ten

Con corrected Sophia’sgrip on the Beretta slightly, then had to make himself take a long step back and resist touching her for too long. His body language was going to give him away to even a casual observer if he didn’t watch it. “Again.”

She nodded. Sighted down the weapon, took in a deep breath, let it out, and fired. Once, twice, three times.

Instead of putting his hands on her to show his approval, Con brought the target toward them. All three shots and the three before them had hit the human-shaped target somewhere. Not perfect, but plenty good enough to kill. If the bad guy was ten yards away or less. Her proficiency at hitting the target dropped to seventy percent at twenty-five yards, and rapidly lower outside of that.

Practice would improve her confidence and aim.

“That’s it for today,” he said, finally allowing himself to touch her on the shoulder and angle his head toward the rest of the world.

“Okay!” Sophia smiled and continued yelling, “I did good, right?”

Con reached out and took her ear protection off. “Not bad,” he told her at a normal volume. “You rate a not-bad, which means you get to practice every day.”

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