“How’s she?”
“She’s fine.”
“How are you?”
“Fine.”
Cole Calloway sighed and placed his pen down. “Which one of them is a lie, Decker? I don’t have all day.”
My jaw clenched. I looked at the man I thought trusted me as much as I trusted me. The one man whose face tormented me more than anything in the world. “Do your work.”
Cole’s eyes narrowed. “Are you going to b***h about this to your President?”
I pushed myself off the wall. “You’re right. I can leave—”
He sighed and in that same instant, pulled out his gun and placed it on the table. “I can shoot you somewhere that’ll heal in a couple of days. Might even keep you immobile for a while, f**k willing. Talk.”
My chest hurt from the moment I walked in and looked at him. He looked the same. All these years. He still looked the same t
