Jedi laughed. “Hold the light? Are you out of your minsid mind? I saw this movie. It ended badly for the idiot with the light and wasn’t any better for the one who went off into the dark.”
“Would you stop? If he was going to attack, we’d already be dead. Now let me make sure he’s still breathing.”
“We’re not that lucky and if he is dead, good. Make sure you don’t leave your prints on his body.”
Rolling her eyes, she groaned at him, then moved cautiously toward Jinx. After the way he’d gone for her throat in the bar, she didn’t want to risk what he might do if she grabbed him while he was injured and delirious.
In pain, he might not be in control of himself and the last thing she wanted was to be in his line of fire if he thought she was the one who’d harmed him.
Slowly, she knelt down by his side. “Hey, buddy? You–” Her voice broke off as she saw the blood that soaked his uniform. The bruises on his face.
This wasn’t a prank or a ruse.
Someone had gotten the drop on him.
How, she hadnoidea.
Nor did she know why. But the one thing about assassins, they didn’t survive like this.
A wounded assassin was a dead assassin. And it was obvious that his attacker had believed him dead or else he or she would still be here.
Which meant they were in danger.
Looking around more closely, she saw the streaks of blood on the ground that led away from Jinx to . . . She arched her brow as she finally saw another body that had fallen under some garbage.
Yeah, that was messy.
Apparently, the two of them had gone at each other, no-holds barred.
After very successfully killing his “friend,” Jinx had crawled to the wall. By the looks of the bloodstains, he’d been trying to stand and hold himself up against the brick wall before he’d collapsed and passed out.
Blood was all over the place.
The two of them had fought like demons.
Which made sense.
You tangled with an assassin, you were bound to have a really bad night.
So who would bethatstupid?
Curious and cautious, she went over to the other body and then pulled up short as she pulled the garbage away from it.
Are you minsid kidding me?
“What is it?”
Eve stared in disbelief. “Another assassin.”
“Dead?”
Oh yeah. “Unless he’s some species that can live without a head . . . or regenerate a new one, affirmative.” Jinx had made a massive mess of the guy whose head was two feet away from his huge body.
The look of terror frozen on his face would probably give her nightmares for the next week.
Awesome. Just awesome.
Not that she’d blame Jinx since it was obvious the assassin had been trying to kill him.
