“Like fuck you did.”
“You tipped them off.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
Grant shrugged a shoulder, and his ribs protested. “Like you said, she doesn’t know anything. You don’t need her.”
“That’s not for you to decide.”
“Looks like today it is.”
“And tomorrow?”
“Same choice. Does this mean you’re gonna shoot me in the face now?”
To his surprise, Sam’s smile broadened, even though the guns stayed level. “Nah, you’re too pretty, Kincaid.”
“So, we’re not going to be dodging bullets here?”
“Probably not.”
“On the count of three?”
“Sure.”
On Grant’s one count, they both dropped their weapons, and relieved dying wasn’t on his list of shit-to-do-today, he joined his boss in the middle of the open hangar doors. Following Sam’s line of sight, he lifted his gaze to the shrinking plane. A black speck floated to the ground. “You have a tracker in my ball cap?”
Sam’s gaze landed back on him. “Fuck no. Who puts a tracker in a ball cap?”
“Assholes with trust issues.”
Sam snorted and holstered his guns. “You trying to tell me you’re someone I can trust?”
Grant’s brows shot to his hairline, and his stitches damn near ripped open. “That depends.” A killer with a conscience, Sam Black didn’t go around snorting or offing people who weren’t neck deep in the business of being a bad guy. So this shit wasn’t adding up and hadn’t been for a while. “Let me get this straight. You sent me here to scoop the girl.”
“Yes.”
“But what you really wanted was for me to let her go.”
“Correct.”
Grant shook his head. “Are you gonna tell me what the fuck is going on?”
“She’s my sister.”
Unprepared for the bomb dropped, Grant’s mouth hung open until he filled it with the first thing to enter his head. “What the fuck?” Convinced he’d heard wrong, he tried again, using more words for greater clarity. “Grace Emersonis your sister?”
“Yep.”
“The photographer?” He pointed his gun in the direction the plane had gone. “The one you aimed a sniper rifle atisyour sister?”
“Yep.”
“And you pulled the fucking trigger?”
Sam grinned. “Trust me. Shooting at Gray is the only way to jump-start her self-preservation instincts.”
