Chapter SevenShush!”
Sergey huffed grumpily then lay his head on her thigh, effectively pinning her in place. That blocked any excuse for getting away from Conway.
“How long until the shipment arrives?” Conway checked his watch for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes.
“I still don’t know.”
“Right. Sorry.”
They sat in silence long enough for Sergey to finally relax with a sigh.
“Doesn’t like me much.”
“You never gave me a reason to,” which Liza decided was just the truth. She never had, though she was definitely learning to respect the man he’d grown into.
“Murdering your dog. Guess not.” Liza could hear the hard knot of pain and self-recrimination in Conway’s voice.
“He was dead already.”
Conway glared at the ceiling. He’d rested his HK416 rifle butt down between his legs
