Chapter EightAfter sitting by Patrick's side for nearly an hour, Catherine rose from the chair and returned to the car park.
Reaching her Porsche, she paused before she opened the trunk and removed her Smith & Wesson, sliding it beneath her leather jacket.
Emerging from behind a parked grey van, Straker tightened his grip on the worn cricket bat in his hand. “I was hoping one of the other bitches would be visiting.”
Noticing three other thugs emerging behind him, Catherine watched them approach, considering her chances of taking them on. “Are you the bastard who tried to kill Patrick?”
Smiling as he remembered his handiwork, Straker nodded to the thugs, watching them move toward Catherine. “I only wish I had finished the job.”
Wasting no time in pulling out her revolver, Catherine
