“I don’t need to—”
“Go on,” C says firmly.
I glance at Sasha who gives me a small nod.
As I’m walking away, I hear C ask, “Who made the kill shot?”
Neither speaks.
“Who had the head?”
“Me,” Trick says.
“It was a tough shot from his angle,” Sasha says. “I went for the bigger target to drop him. Easy to finish the job.”
“That’s why I had to go for the head shot,” Trick says.
“Had to?” C asks.
“Yeah. There was a half-million-dollar bounty on this asshole.”
“From who?” C asks.
“‘Vil.”
There’s a moment of quiet, then Sasha says, “Asshole,” before both C and Trick start to laugh.
I don’t laugh, but I’m glad they are already walking away from the body and walking off what happened. Thank goodness Trick can always lighten a mood. I finish my trek to the car and climb in. Zoe drags me to her for a hug.
“Are you all right?” she demands, her dark curls spilling over her shoulders and me as she leans in.
“Yes, I am now,” I say, exhaling.
Chapter Eighteen
Rachel
