Abby’s POV
I casually rest my purse on the slot machine as I position myself on the stool and open it to take out my compact mirror. I touch my face up gently as my eyes study the creature who is standing only a few feet behind me with his hands behind his back.
His eyes are continually scanning all around whilst his body remains as stiff as a board, his slender, yet lean build highlighted by his tense shoulders.
Ben was right.
After reading all of Sandy’s Intel on these guys, he decided that this guy is the weak link and it shows. Perhaps he’s new to the job… something I can relate to, but all I know is he is what is standing between us and our mission.
I flip my compact shut, stuffing it into my purse before I begin to slot some coins into the machine. It’s then that I purpos
