Chapter 6
Seven months later:
Gwen looked up when Tate came into the office. It had been a long two months since she’d last seen him. “You’re looking a bit rough around the edges,” she commented, smiling.
“Nice to see you, too,” he replied with a wry grin.
She was lying, and she was sure Tate knew it. He looked as if he hadn’t slept well in ages. His face was lined with stress, he’d lost weight. Part of that was the result of the job he’d just completed. But not all of it. He hadn’t been the same since they’d come back after stopping Barone and his cronies.
“I got your final report,” Zavier said, turning from his computer. “Those sons of bitches got what they deserved, but…”
Tate shrugged. “It was them or me.”
Zavier frowned. “That’s your answer every time you kill someone. Someday
