The assassin hesitated a second longer, looking for the truth in Boss’s eyes. When she saw it, she opened her mouth and ponied up everything she knew. The first time Bishop had contacted her. All the things she’d gleaned during their conversations. The hints he’d inadvertently dropped.
The more she spoke, the higher Graham’s heart climbed into the column of his throat because…
It sounded like Lura Dougherty might be in grave danger.
25
All things considered, Sabrina decided it was a good day.
She was fed and watered—maybe overwatered, since she’d peed twice more following that initial time. She’d apologized to Martin for missing their date, and he’d been heart-wrenchingly kind about it, saying he was just glad she was okay before asking her to meet later for a drink. And she’d cleared the air with Hew after that whole neck-kissing debacle.
So, yeah, a good day.
Four men are dead, the voice in her head chided. Black Widow is tied up in the Bat Cave. And some dude the Knights don’t know wants them all six feet under and pushing up daisies.
A good day?
Okay. Fair enough. Maybe good was pushing it.
But those four men were fully prepared to kill me and everyone I care about, she reminded the voice. Black Widow is evil and deserves whatever she gets. And, if we’re lucky, Graham and Boss will soon know Bishop’s true identity and?—
The Bat Cave door ground slowly open, halting her thoughts and her feet at the base of the stairs leading to the second floor.
That was fast, she thought. And she wondered if fast was a good thing or a bad thing when it came to interrogation.
She braced herself for the sight of Graham and Boss. She had a hard time envisioning either man raising a hand to a woman. But apparently, they’d been trained to do just that.
To her relief, though, they both appeared in the yawning mouth of the tunnel looking none the worse for wear. No bruised knuckles. No hints of horror in their eyes.
Her relief was short-lived, however, when she saw the grim cant of Boss’s jaw and the hard fists Graham kept curled at his sides.
Something Black Widow said has them spooked.
She craned her head, trying to catch a glimpse of the assassin before the brick wall slid shut on its tracks. The tunnel looked empty. No platinum head in sight. Which meant Black Widow was being held farther down, probably past that first steep bend.
Sabrina shuddered at the thought.
Before last night, she’d only been in the Bat Cave once before. And once was enough.
The place put the eep in creepy.
Boss waited for the brick wall to seal shut with a solid-sounding thunk before circling his finger in the air. “Back upstairs, everyone. We need to talk.”
Sabrina’s stomach balled into a fist as she quickly made her way to the War Room. She was the first to grab a seat at the conference table, and she placed her second cup of coffee in front of her, watching it cool because her stomach was suddenly too jittery to take a sip.
Hew slid into the chair beside her, his expression unreadable. But his arm touched hers atop the table.
She almost pulled away. After what happened earlier, it felt odd to touch him.
Then again, she’d been the one to ask him to forget about it, to go back to the way things were. So it’d be the height of hypocrisy if she couldn’t do the same.
To keep from concentrating too much on how good he smelled, on how warmly his body heat wrapped around her, on the stark contrast between the pale skin on her forearm and the tan skin on his, she offered him a wan smile and grabbed her mug.
Yes, it was an excuse to stop touching him.
Yes, she was a coward who couldn’t even play by her own rules.
Yes, she had to steel her stomach for what was about to enter it when she tipped the mug to her lips.
