Her eyes narrow. “Which one?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “The black one? Aren’t they all bottomless anyway?”
Petra’s mouth opens and closes like a goldfish. I can taste victory already. What’s that saying? If you can’t beat them, aggressively befriend them?
And then, just as Petra’s about to give me an answer—
I watch the door fly clean off its hinges.
The twins leap into action. Before I can even understand what’s going on, they’ve made a human wall before us, shielding me and Petra. Their guns are already raised.
A figure stumbles into the apartment. In the next second, it’s shot full of holes.
It’s not an intruder. It’s a waiter—one I’ve seen often enough in the evenings. The one who always brings our cart.
But, judging by how little blood pools under his body…
He was already de
