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Ed: Good. Miss you.
Aww. That was so sweet.
“We best head back,” she said to Kiesha.
“What? Ed getting antsy without his Georgie-fix? Tell him you’re mine for the afternoon.”
“You still do have a job to do.”
“Eh, what’s he going to do, fire me?”
But she didn’t protest as Georgie paid, grabbing several of her bags for her.
“Wish I’d brought my car,” Kiesha groaned. “Come on, we’ll cut through the parking lot. It’s quicker.”
They walked out the back. It was already getting dark. A woman walked towards a truck, a shopping bag in her hand. She looked familiar. Someone called out to her.
“Mari, I’ve got to go to the bathroom before we head to the ranch.”
Mari turned and waved back at the slightly built woman with caramel-colored hair. “I’ll wait for you in the truck.”
Marisol. Rosalind’s niece. Georgina wondered if she should talk to her about the case. But if she’d seen anything of Saber or Tiger then she would have reported it.
No, she had no reason to bring it up and cause her any grief. She decided to keep going. Except . . . urgh . . . her feet turned her towards the truck which Marisol was unlocking.
“Hey, where we going?” Kiesha asked.
“Just saying hello to Marisol.”
Marisol had climbed up into the truck but hadn’t shut the door. Georgina waved a hand at her.
“Marisol, hi, I don’t know if you remember me. I’m—”
“You need to leave,” Marisol said harshly. Her face was pale as she glared down at Georgina.
She came to a stop. That wasn’t what she was expecting.
“Wow, that was rude,” Kiesha said.
“Just go.”
“I’m sorry to bother you,” Georgina said coolly. She hadn’t expected this. Marisol had helped with the case against her aunt. Georgina hadn’t had much to do with her, but she knew that the others on the task force had. They had said she was co-operative and sweet.
“I don’t know if you remember me, I’m FBI Agent Georgina James. I was part of the task force that—”
“Oh shit,” Marisol said. “Why didn’t you just go?”
“Too late now,” a deep voice said.
Georgina’s gaze moved to the back seat of the truck, where a man appeared. He’d been hidden in the shadows.
Oh heck. Saber. His manic eyes moved from her to Kiesha.
“Get in the truck. Now. Silently. Or this bitch gets it in the head.”
He raised a gun to Marisol’s head.
Fuck.
