Killing time.

He stepped from the toilet stall and saw the Russian slut standing inside the entrance of the men's room.

"No—"

Before he could lift his gun, she opened up with twin silenced guns already locked on him.

Renzo felt the first few bullets ripping through him, then he was on the floor, trying to suck air into his lungs as they filled with blood.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way.

She'd taken the big guns from his limp hands. That wasn't right.

Next, she opened his jacket, removed his extra weapons, and pulled the picture of her partner from his inner pocket. It was stained with his...