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“Brandon Adams,” Quin said

“Yeah What about him?” I asked

“What about hirumbled “You were supposed to kill him”

Wow

Quin wasn’t usually that blunt For safety concerns for all of us, he rarely used words like “kill” or even “take out” He preferred to use the more tame “handle it”

“I’ve been et back here and explain the whole situation to you…”

“But you, what? Got distracted by some pretty co-ed and took a tour of the Caribbean with her?” Quin asked, looking tired Of me, or of the job? I had no idea

“What’s the problem, bossas he’s dead?” I asked

And then watched as Rosie and Quin shared the sa a mix of confused and worried

“What?” I asked, straightening

“Brandon Ada his head

“What?” I asked, frowning “Yes, he is I saw him take the bullet myself”

Again, they shared a look

“Did you check the body afterward?” Quin asked

And, see, normally, I would If it was uards bearing down on et done

But because et Shawn out of there—souess—, I didn’t stop to make sure Adams was actually dead

“While we are on the topic,” Rosie said, looking at me “Who shot Brandon Adams?”

“Bella to share that yet

“Her na any other option

Was I worried about Quin knowing her name? Of course But if Brandon Ada in the know

Because if Shawn hadn’t ed to screith the cameras at Adams’s place, he had her on video It was only a ured out who she was And then went after her

And me, of course

But I was more worried about Shawn than I was about myself

I, at least, had the kind of training that would help uards if they came for me

But Shawn, for all her attitude, was just a normal woman She didn’t, from what I could tell, have any sort of forhter Like a street kid would be Which iven her family, but that was hoas

The ued me almost as much as how her body responded to mine