Relentless

“Wow,” Vince said. “That looks like it’s gotta hurt.”

The reporter approached them, his camera in one hand, a small recorder in the other. “So this is your material witness?”

Vince blocked him with his body before he could reach Kate. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I figured Emerson would like to know what you’re up to.”

“Emerson told me to relax. Get laid. I’m just following his advice.”

“Bullshit, Yarrow. I know who she is.”

“You don’t know—” Vince stopped at the sound of the engine, and turned just in time to see Kate take off like a bat out of hell. Damn it.

“Oh, I like her,” Baker said. “Feisty.”

“Shut up, you asshole.”

“See you in the funny papers.” The reporter walked away, whistling, just to be a jerk.

Vince jogged to his car, cursing the reporter and cursing Kate. He had no idea where she’d gone, but he had to find her. If the gangbangers saw her picture in the paper, they’d make sure she’d never testify.

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