CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
“Maria.”
She stood only a few arms’ lengths from him on the dark street in Maribor as sirens grew louder a few blocks away, roaring toward the burning warehouse. Her features became evident as his eyes adjusted to the darkness—blonde hair, porcelain skin, her scent on the slight breeze.
Kent kept the revolver trained on her.
He wanted to ask her how she had found him, but he already knew.
“You knew the address,” he said. “You had it memorized. You only gave me your phone so they could track me.”
“No,” she said. “I gave you the phone in case I needed to track you.”
“I ditched it.”
“I thought you might.” She smirked and gestured toward the MP-412 REX in his hand. “That is a very large gun. Can you lower it, please?”
“I don’t think so.” He kept his aim on her. “You
