Chapter - 294
Rick stood, the bloody 9-iron dangling from his hand, and stared at the woman who was currently aiming a 9mm pistol at his chest. The warehouse was a charnel house, stinking of blood, ozone, and rebar. Sparrow One was a whimpering, mangled heap on the catwalk. Sparrow Two was a human pincushion in the gravel outside. And Sharon, a cop, was holding him at gunpoint over a moral line that had been vaporized the second they'd stepped into the shipyard.
"Rick!" she yelled, her voice trembling but full of righteous fire. "You walk out that door without me, and I'll be the one to shoot you in the back. You're not the only one who can play dirty. You need me. You just don't know it yet. You're an arrogant, sociopathic, 'tactical' kissing bastard, but you're my partner. And I'm not letting you go."
