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“Request permission to kill Colonel Arturo Campos.” Holly felt half-hearted in making the request. What she really wanted to do was get her hands around his throat and shake some common sense into him—even if she had to shake him really hard.
She knew Miranda had liked Campos.
Holly had been torn between caution and hope, though she’d never been comfortable with him.
She’d been right beside Miranda on the couch during their phone conversation and could overhear Campos easily once he started yelling.
Now she was torn between fury and going to lockup for murder one.
“Sorry, request denied,” Drake’s voice was appropriately grim.
“How about if I accidentally tie him to a stake in front of a charging a water buffalo? Maybe have a ’roo, a big red, use him for a bit of kicking practice?
