On the other hand, even if she is connected with Ozol somehow, she’s certainly not trained or experienced in any way. The way she’s holding the gun tells me that much. As does the fear surging in her eyes.
Murray groans at my feet, his body lurching upwards slightly.
“He’s going to come to soon,” I inform both women. “I didn’t hit him that hard.”
“Who are you?” the brunette asks, finally getting to her feet.
I scan her face, but she’s unfamiliar. In any case, her features are obscured by the beating she’s taken. The wounds are fresh. Whoever did this to her did it recently.
She notices me watching her and jerks her chin up proudly. “What do you want here?” she asks when I don’t answer her first question.
“I want this fucker,” I say, gesturing to Murray. “You two just happened to be i
