Chapter Thirty
Jill had no idea what she would say to Taz but she couldn’t help feel that if they all worked together, the three of them, there would be strength in numbers. She knocked on the hotel room door and heard a muffled “come” before stepping through.
Taz was sitting on the floor by the sliding glass door. There wasn’t a paperback in her hand. No radio playing. No television. Taz just sat quietly. Waiting. Jill wondered if Taz was into some kind of meditation, maybe. Or just a deep thinker. Such a strange woman.
“I know about your mission. Dillon has ordered you to kill Chenkov.” Jill got straight to the point.
The eyes came up but there was no look of surprise; just steady assessment. Taz shifted her legs. She wore cut-off denim shorts and even in her signature army boots wit
