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Kira gaped at the dead man slumped against her. Cops poured out of their cars and began running toward the trees with flashlights and guns.
A tide of bitterness rose in her throat, threatening for a moment to choke her. The man she had taken down had been no more than a pawn. The Procurer had played her. And now he was gone. Again.
She knew the police wouldn’t find him—not now. The reality of the corpse lying in her lap suddenly hit her. She struggled to push Kendall Steven’s body away, her bruised back and shoulders aching.
Nick stared down at her. His expression was unreadable. “We might have caught him, you know. If you had just told me instead of keeping everything to yourself—”
Kira climbed to her feet with the aid of the porch railing and swayed on her feet as Nick’s words hi
