She cringed, so he slammed the pistol into his belt. He’d left his holster in the back of a handy police cruiser last night—which was bound to confuse the crap out of them though it had no markings on it.
“You b***h!” She flinched as if he’d struck her. He’d never hit a woman, but he was awfully tempted to strangle one at the moment. “You cancelled an extract less than sixty seconds from pickup?”
“No! I call three hours before. Three hours!”
Manny didn’t even know how to answer that.
It eventually led him to his untying her and the two of them sitting across the kitchen table from each other. It had one leg too short and kept rocking back and forth as they both drank burned coffee made with ancient grounds. The kitchen was as disreputable as the table and the only food was a bag of ric
