“You’re a fast learner,” Angel said several hours later, as we left the shooting range. “Unless you were faking being a novice. But why would you?”
“I wasn’t. Mick gave me the basics, of course, and I took a class in order to get my conceal carry permit. But that was with my gun. The Glock was a whole new experience.”
“Now the question becomes, could you shoot someone in cold blood?”
“I suppose I won’t know until the time comes.”
“Honesty. I like that. That’s why Reynolds is pairing you with one of us the first couple of times you go out.”
“Someone? I thought it was going to be you.”
She shrugged. “It depends. He’s not going to send you out on a difficult job, which is what I usually handle.” She smiled. “Just like Mick.”
“That makes sense. You know I did some of the tactical resear
