block hers.
âSurveillance,â the man answered without hesitation.
âIn the dark? Alone? Whereâs your partner? There was no unmarked car out front.â
âWe wouldnât be very good at our jobs if you spotted the car, would we?â The edges of the manâs smile curled downward a fraction.
Payton looked up at Adriano and realized heâd known from the beginning what she was just now seeing. This man was not there to take her into protective custody. âSherman sent you.â
âBeautiful and smart!â the man exclaimed. âNow get over here.â
âYouâre going to kill me.â
âSherman wants to see you. He needs to talk. Thatâs all.â
Adriano spoke to her, keeping his eyes on the man with the gun. âPlease tell me Sherman is a jealous ex-boyfriend who doesnât understand what it means to end a relationship.â
âMuscle-bound and dumb,â the man answered. âGet over here, Payton.â
If she went with the corrupt FBI man, sheâd be killedâor worseâwhen Sherman got his hands on her. Refusing meant placing Adriano in danger. Either way, more innocents were going to be dragged into the middle of this mess. She wouldnât jeopardize Adriano, but she wouldnât go without a fight. âLet Adriano go.â
âWhat?â Adriano and the FBI man asked simultaneously.
âYou let a woman fight for you, Superman?â The FBI man laughed, directing the gun to the newspaper logo stretched across Adrianoâs chest.
âWhat are you doing?â Adriano asked her.
âMy problem. My fight. Leave while you can.â
âHeâs not going anywhere.â
Adriano ignored the man and spoke to her. âHeroism is an admirable quality, but stupidity isnât.â
âYouâre calling me stupid?â Indignation rang loudly in her voice.
âIf you plan on giving yourself up, yes.â He dropped his hands and turned to her, engaging her in a full-blown argument. âWhat makes you think Iâd leave you here with this nut anyway?â
âHey!â the FBI agent shouted.
Payton ignored the man and answered Adriano. âThanks for the ride, but this doesnât involve you.â
âIt involved me the second you carjacked me.â
âMelodramatic! You were never in any danger from me, and you knew it. If you hadnât been so distracted by staring at my breasts, you could have gotten me here before this man even showed up.â
âNow this is my fault?â
âShut up! Shut up! Shut up!â the crooked FBI agent shouted.
âWhatâs with you two? Iâve got the gun.â
Payton and Adriano lifted their hands in perfect synchronicity.
âIf youâve been stuck with her mouth for more than ten minutes, it seems youâd be happy to have me shoot her.â
âListenââ Payton started.
âNo. You listen. Itâs time to go.â
âWhere are we going?â Payton asked, stalling for time, hoping an idea would come to her. Keep him talking. She could feel Adrianoâs body coil as he hunted for a solution.
âYouâre going to see Sherman. I already told you.â
âWhat are you going to do with Adriano?â
âIt doesnât matter. Last time. Get over here. â
âNo.â
âNo?â the FBI agent repeated. âI have a gun!â
âI wonât go until you tell me what youâre going to do with Adriano. Iâm responsible for getting him mixed up in this mess. He has no idea whatâs going on. I canât let him get hurt because of me.â
âAnd what do you suggest I do with Superman here?â the man asked sarcastically.
âYou could tie him up so he canât follow us.â
âI could, but it would take too long.â He tapped his temple with the butt of the gun. âHow about I just shoot him?â
When the FBI agent
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