Chapter Twenty-Three
Sophia ejected the round and lowered her pistol. She let it drop to the carpet. Leoncjusz inspected her desk and the hole it now sported.
‘I thought you were going to shoot me,’ he said.
She wiped the tears from her face. ‘So did I.’
She was different now. She couldn’t hurt Leoncjusz.
He picked up her passport and handed it to her. There was money inside.
‘This is your new life,’ he said. ‘You can do what you like now.’
