CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The fight was dirty but brief. Toni dragged the heavy body back into the enclosed washroom and started on the fastenings holding the man’s jacket closed. Mate was at the end of the platform keeping an eye on security. There was a lot of security.
Toni dressed quickly in the stinky uniform, muttering under her breath as she did so. “Oh my gods.”
Zach’s text bubble blossomed on her shade’s display.
Zach: What?
“I don’t think this guy has showered for a week. His shirt reeks.” Given the height difference between her and the guard, Toni was forced to tuck the pant legs into her boots and fold the material of the sleeves over several times. Hopefully no one would look too closely. Of course, that was a ridiculous thought—given her genetics, she would stand out regardless
