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“The doctor.” Frost repeated. “You know where he is.”
“I’m not talking to you. There’s nothing you can do to me that’s worse than what they will do to me if they find out I talked to you.”
A smirked swam across Frost’s lips as she bowed a little lower. “That’s because you don’t know what I can do to you.”
“I’m not talking to you.”
“Is that your final answer?” She asked.
When he didn’t reply, Frost rose to her full height and shot the man twice in the chest.
“Frost!” I called. “Jesus!”
She went back down to her haunches and began going through his pockets. Whatever she found, she placed in her own then walked off. I was still stuck at the fact this woman just double-tapped a man to the chest as if it was no big deal.
“Get in the car.” She tossed over her shoulder.
“What the fuck was that?” I demanded, hurrying after her. “Did you really need to shoot him?”
“Yes.”
“Just like that?” I demanded. “How can you even do that?”
She paused and whirled to glare at me. “These guys won’t stop. They’ll keep coming and they play for keeps. Leaving him alive would have just caused more trouble and I really don’t have the time, the brain capacity or the crayons to explain this to you.”
“Do you always have to be such a bitch?”
“Call me whatever you want.” Something shifted in her eyes. She eased closer and met my gaze. “Out here, you have to be willing to pull a trigger. A hesitation means you never go home.”
“I’m a lot of things, Frost. But I’m no soldier. I can’t just look at a man and double tap him to the chest.”
“No?” She gave me a look I’d never seen before from a woman.
It was one of anger and silent pity. It was only for a second before she turned and continued toward her car, but it marked me in ways that should have been impossible.
“You say you’re no soldier.” She told me over the top of the car while she wrenched her door open. “Give it time.”
“You can’t mean that!”
“I said what I said.” Frost replied harshly.
Chapter 7
Frost
Mozart knew I hated working with civilians. It was never my strong suit. Not only did I dislike a good ninety percent of the population, civilians had always been more of hinderance than help.
Jesse was no different.
His feelings were getting in the way. His constant questions were irritating.
His body distracting.
Still, I drove us back in relative silence.
I focused on my driving, allowing the purr of the Hellcat to take my breath away and pushed my spirits higher like it usually did.
By the time we stopped, the sun was coming up over the Adriatic. I noticed the way Jesse stared out at the water as we sped through the streets. For him, I slowed down slightly, giving him time to take it all in.
