Chapter 83
Per plan, they met in a parking garage two blocks from Franco’s apartment.
Sam saw that it was a good thing that the people on the streets were still few and far between at five a.m.; Kate’s team were a sorry looking lot.
They were all accounted for, other than Devlin.
He’d made a point of exiting through the alley rather than by the front doors of the building. There was hardly enough left of Devlin to bother declaring him dead.
Rather than being sick or wanting to stop and be all soft and sympathetic to a man long past caring, Kate had muttered a foul curse, turned, and shifted from a full run down to a fast walk, shedding her mask just as they exited the alley.
Sam had never so respected the woman as he had in that moment. She had learned that so-hard lesson of shoving
