“Did you find Jack?” he asked, closing her book on Dark Matter, giving her his full attention.
“No one’s heard from him since he was dropped off at the airport in Paris.”
“What do you actually DO? Why are you named after cards? And if you tell me, will you have to kill me?” he snickered.
“None of your business and yes, I will have to kill you.”
“Okay, then,” said Tim, turning toward the loud thump at front door.
“I’ll get it,” she said. “Stay where you are and don’t make a sound.”
“Really?” he asked, laughing.
She turned her gun on him. “Really.”