though we know it’s true, a good defense attorney could get her off at a pre-trial.”
Unfortunately Wyatt knew that Harrison was right. She was just the hired gun anyway. He wanted
to bring down the one who’d hired her.
“What about the other two?” Iris asked, her body tense.
“Still in with their lawyers. No charges have been made.” Harrison looked angry, but Wyatt wasn’t
surprised.
Keibler might have brought the woman as a date or security or whatever excuse he’d given by now,
but there was no proof he’d paid her to do anything. And if she was being transported out of the
country, it would kill any future prosecution. Or at least make it difficult to prosecute.
“The State’s Attorney won’t take this to trial.” Iris spoke the words he was thinking. This case
might not go to trial but things between him and Keibler and possibly Thorton were far from over.
“Are we free to go?” They’d been waiting for an official release and Wyatt was sick of sitting
around here when he already knew the outcome of tonight’s events.
“Yeah, but I’d like to talk to Iris in private if you don’t mind waiting outside.” Harrison wasn’t so much asking as he was ordering.
Wyatt did mind, but he was edgy and feeling irrational where Iris was concerned. He knew she’d
be safe while alone with her boss, but he instinctively wanted to argue and stay close to her. Instead he looked at Iris and dropped a chaste kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be right outside.”
She gave him a grateful smile that was like a punch to his heart. The past few days her smiles had
been so rare that seeing one now jolted him straight to his bones. If he had his way, he planned to make sure she was smiling a lot more from now on.
* * * * *
Sato sat in her lone holding cell, staring at the metal bars as she contemplated her next move. Her broken nose throbbed, but that was the least of her worries. She knew Interpol was coming for her
when one of the detectives who’d questioned her earlier called her by her real name. When she’d flat out asked him about Interpol, he’d just smiled at her, like he couldn’t wait to be rid of her.
Time was ticking down for her and she had only a few moves left if she wanted to get out of here
alive. Because once Interpol got her, it would be only a matter of time before she ended up dead.
Back when she’d just started out in this business she’d made a few mistakes. Left DNA and partial
prints at a particularly messy hit. She’d killed the son of someone very important in China and the father would never let her go. She’d managed to avoid detection for almost three years but her
reprieve had run out. Since that first hit she’d learned to be a ghost, to cover her tracks so that she was virtually invisible.
Well she had been smart until tonight. She snorted at her own stupidity. It was her own fault for
taking the job without having done enough recon. That tall bitch with Christiansen had been fast and definitely not just arm candy. No one had been paying attention to Sato—or so she’d thought. While
she’d hated putting herself in a position of having a limited escape route, it had been necessary. Her client had insisted the poisoning happen before or at this meeting.
With those rigid guidelines, she should have backed out of the job.
Except she never did that. If she had, word could have spread and she would have missed out on
contracts. Something she hadn’t been willing to lose. And she still wasn’t. It was time for Plan B.
She moved away from the bed screwed into the solid stone wall and crouched so that she was
looking at the underside of the simple sink. There would be no escaping from this place. Not in a
typical sense anyway.
What she planned would be a risk, but it was one she had to take. Because if the Chinese got a hold of her…no, she’d kill herself before she let that happen.
She wrapped her fingers around a long, flat piece of metal
Unfortunately Wyatt knew that Harrison was right. She was just the hired gun anyway. He wanted
to bring down the one who’d hired her.
“What about the other two?” Iris asked, her body tense.
“Still in with their lawyers. No charges have been made.” Harrison looked angry, but Wyatt wasn’t
surprised.
Keibler might have brought the woman as a date or security or whatever excuse he’d given by now,
but there was no proof he’d paid her to do anything. And if she was being transported out of the
country, it would kill any future prosecution. Or at least make it difficult to prosecute.
“The State’s Attorney won’t take this to trial.” Iris spoke the words he was thinking. This case
might not go to trial but things between him and Keibler and possibly Thorton were far from over.
“Are we free to go?” They’d been waiting for an official release and Wyatt was sick of sitting
around here when he already knew the outcome of tonight’s events.
“Yeah, but I’d like to talk to Iris in private if you don’t mind waiting outside.” Harrison wasn’t so much asking as he was ordering.
Wyatt did mind, but he was edgy and feeling irrational where Iris was concerned. He knew she’d
be safe while alone with her boss, but he instinctively wanted to argue and stay close to her. Instead he looked at Iris and dropped a chaste kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be right outside.”
She gave him a grateful smile that was like a punch to his heart. The past few days her smiles had
been so rare that seeing one now jolted him straight to his bones. If he had his way, he planned to make sure she was smiling a lot more from now on.
* * * * *
Sato sat in her lone holding cell, staring at the metal bars as she contemplated her next move. Her broken nose throbbed, but that was the least of her worries. She knew Interpol was coming for her
when one of the detectives who’d questioned her earlier called her by her real name. When she’d flat out asked him about Interpol, he’d just smiled at her, like he couldn’t wait to be rid of her.
Time was ticking down for her and she had only a few moves left if she wanted to get out of here
alive. Because once Interpol got her, it would be only a matter of time before she ended up dead.
Back when she’d just started out in this business she’d made a few mistakes. Left DNA and partial
prints at a particularly messy hit. She’d killed the son of someone very important in China and the father would never let her go. She’d managed to avoid detection for almost three years but her
reprieve had run out. Since that first hit she’d learned to be a ghost, to cover her tracks so that she was virtually invisible.
Well she had been smart until tonight. She snorted at her own stupidity. It was her own fault for
taking the job without having done enough recon. That tall bitch with Christiansen had been fast and definitely not just arm candy. No one had been paying attention to Sato—or so she’d thought. While
she’d hated putting herself in a position of having a limited escape route, it had been necessary. Her client had insisted the poisoning happen before or at this meeting.
With those rigid guidelines, she should have backed out of the job.
Except she never did that. If she had, word could have spread and she would have missed out on
contracts. Something she hadn’t been willing to lose. And she still wasn’t. It was time for Plan B.
She moved away from the bed screwed into the solid stone wall and crouched so that she was
looking at the underside of the simple sink. There would be no escaping from this place. Not in a
typical sense anyway.
What she planned would be a risk, but it was one she had to take. Because if the Chinese got a hold of her…no, she’d kill herself before she let that happen.
She wrapped her fingers around a long, flat piece of metal
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