Paul had been sending a text on his phone when I entered the car. He continued with the message, tapping away furiously, then closed the phone and turned to me. “Did you get it?”
In answer, I reached into my purse and held up the vial. “Piece of cake.”
“You are truly an amazing woman,” he said, and it didn’t sound as if he was teasing me.
I shook my head, but he continued, even as he turned the key in the ignition and started up the car. “No, really. You’ve been through things in the last twenty-four hours that would be enough to put anyone off, and yet you seem completely unfazed by it all.”
“Oh, I’m fazed,” I told him. “Trust me. But I couldn’t just walk away from this, could I?’
“Definitely not after that shootout with the agent,” he replied, with what looked like an actual grin pu
