TEN
“BAD INTEL,” Coltrane said.
“Must be,” Boze agreed.
“We’ve been driving all damn day.”
“And she hasn’t said a word.”
They were talking about her and she didn’t even care. Being shoehorned into the middle of the backseat between Coltrane and Boze wasn’t the best road trip experience she’d ever had. Her travel companions still scored higher than her father in the amiable index, even with their blatant discussion of her.
“You’ve gotta do better recon.”
“My recon’s fine,” Styx said, pulling into a parking spot in the underground garage. “You two worry about your duties.”
Vegas. Again.
Her two protectors got out, slamming their doors practically in sync. Garrick left the passenger seat a second later. Without even bothering to check where any of them were going, she closed her eyes
