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“Nah.” He shakes his head. “You’ve got a sexy voice.
Makes everything sound naughty.”
Adam stands up so suddenly he nearly knocks over the
coffee table.
Kenji bursts out laughing, wheezing against the pain of his
injuries. “Calm down, Kent, damn. I’m just messing with you
guys. I like seeing psycho chick get all intense.” He glances
at me, lowers his voice. “I mean that as a compliment—
because, you know”—he waves a haphazard hand in my
direction—“psycho kind of works for you.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Adam turns on him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Kenji crosses his arms,
annoyed. “Everyone is so uptight in here.”
Adam squeezes the gun in his hand. Walks to the door.
Walks back. He’s pacing.
“And don’t worry about your brother,” Kenji adds. “I’m sure
he’ll be here soon.”
Adam doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t stop pacing. His jaw
twitches. “I’m not worried about my brother. I’m trying to
decide whether to shoot you now or later.”
“Later,” Kenji says, collapsing onto the couch. “You still
need me right now.”
Adam tries to speak but he’s out of time.
The door clicks, beeps, unlatches open.
James is home.