CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
PERCY GRABBED BRITA’S arm to keep her from throttling the guy standing in front of them. He was an old guy, bristly and cantankerous. Percy doubted that Warwicke had even instructed the guy to be obstinate. He came by that naturally. But after the day they’d had, Percy was seriously worried Brita might resort to violence at any moment.
Sliding his hand down her arm, he clasped her fist, trying to make it look as if he was just feeling affectionate. Brita jerked her hand hard in an attempt to dislodge him.
He held on.
She placed her other hand on his and tried to pry his fingers off. The old man was walking back to his guard shack. “Let go, Honeybun! He’s getting away!”
“That’s the idea, Brit. You need to calm down and get into the car with me.”
She pulled her gun an
