Between Love and Honor (Men of the Secret Service #3) - Tracy Solheim Page 0,42
toward the window. Her fingers separated two slats in the blinds a fraction and then her body relaxed.
“He’s out front.” She turned to Ben. “But he’ll only give his friend another minute. You left the back door unlocked?”
Shit. He didn’t appreciate her accusing tone. “We weren’t staying long.”
Ben wasn’t sure but he thought he heard her mumble something that sounded a lot like ‘rookie mistake’ before she checked the window again.
“He’s on the move out back. We’ll have to jump him.”
There she went again with the Wonder Woman shit. “Like hell.”
No way could she get lucky with a shot like that twice in a row. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward his room. They entered the bathroom where he locked the door.
“Oh, right.” She scowled at him. “Like that’s gonna stop the guy, genius.”
Ignoring her, he threw open the latch to the window. “How are you at heights?”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Not a problem.”
Ben went first, climbing out onto the roof to make sure it wasn’t too slippery. The cut on his shoulder burned forcing a groan from his lips. Fortunately, the assassin’s partner was already too far away to hear him. The guy was just rounding the end of the row of houses headed toward the alley when Quinn climbed out. She’d stashed the gun into the waist of her jeans.
“Is the damn safety on?”
“Of course,” she fired back.
Nodding, he grabbed hold of a branch from the maple tree out front. Stifling another groan at the pain, he swung down and landed on another branch. He then crouched down to grab that branch before swinging down to the ground. He looked up at Quinn.
“Now you do the same thing.”
She was beside him before he could finish the sentence.
“Yeah, like that.”
The blood was beginning to soak the shoulder of his dark T-shirt. Fortunately, she hadn’t noticed yet. But somehow he doubted she was the type who fainted at a drop of blood. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her in the opposite direction the assassin’s partner had gone. She dragged her feet when they were beside the thugs’ car. Glancing around, she recklessly pulled the gun from her jeans and shot the back tire. The silencer on the gun muffled the sound of the shot.
“What the fuck?” Ben dragged her along. “We need to get out of sight.”
“It may buy us some time.”
They rounded the other end of the row of houses and he pulled her to a stop so he could peer around the corner. He didn’t have long to wait before the other guy was out of the house frantically checking the alley. Fortunately, he retreated the way he’d come. Once he’d turned the corner, Ben quickly raced with Quinn to Griff’s car, grateful the other guy didn’t have the same maniacal thought as Quinn.
“Stay down,” he ordered as he started the ignition.
The second guy jumped in front of the car, his gun drawn, just as they reached the end of the alley.
“Hold on!” he yelled at her.
Ben was about to gun the engine when the guy suddenly crumpled to the ground.
“Let’s go!” She dragged the gun back inside the car.
But he couldn’t push the gas. He turned to stare at Quinn in stunned silence.
“Ben,” she said softly using that same sweet voice that had gotten him off all those years ago. “We have to go.”
He knew that. He just needed a few deep breaths to right his world. She’d just shot a second man to death with pinpoint accuracy and no apparent remorse. “I never pegged you for being so bloodthirsty.”
She sighed but didn’t offer up any excuses.
“That wasn’t a damn compliment.”
She placed her hand on his thigh as if to say “I know.” The gesture only served to irritate him more. He didn’t want reassurance, he wanted answers. Aiming a gun well enough to take down a guy with a single shot took a hell of a lot more skill than aiming a camera. It took years of training. Training no mild-mannered wedding photographer needed to undergo. If he had any lingering doubt she wasn’t who she said she was, they were obliterated when she pulled the trigger. Nobody got that lucky twice.
Right now, however, he couldn’t afford to speculate on who or what Quinn was. He needed to get them out of there before Ronoff sent another team in to finish the job. Steering the car around the dead body, he headed toward the Washington waterfront.