45: Brice
Brice
Fen led Brice to a Courier parked outside the rear gate. The vehicle was black, clean apart from a splatter of dirt around the wheels. It idled.
She pushed Brice into the rear. He sat between her and Eve, with a couple of guards in the rear-facing seat in front, weapons at the ready. The doors sealed with a solid clunk.
“We going anywhere nice?” he asked.
“For us.” Fen narrowed her eyes. “You need to be careful. I’ve got a score to settle with you.”
“Thought your boss wanted me in one piece.”
“He wants you conscious.”
The threat was weak, and she knew it. She turned to the divider between front and rear, rapped her knuckles on it. The vehicle set off.
They drove in silence. At least, nobody spoke. But fen and Eve sussed constantly.
So she was still working with Ma
