Sakamoto stiffens. “I don’t know that name.” An obvious lie. One that’s so obvious that he doesn’t even bother trying to make it convincing.
“Forgive me if I call bullshit,” I say. “Why are you working with him?”
“Why ask questions?” he asks. “You’re about to die.”
“You’ve got that backwards,” I tell him. “You’re the one who’s going to die tonight.”
He doesn’t give himself away. Nothing about his body language or his expression betrays him. But my superpower has always been my instinct.
And it doesn’t fail me now.
I lurch to the left in the second before he fires. The bullet passes so close beside my face that I feel the pressure of air just next to my cheek. My ears are ringing.
By the time I pivot around, my gun is out and raised. I fire twice, forcing him to retreat against the c
