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They stepped outside and were halfway down the sidewalk before Nena jerked to a stop and grabbed Jack’s arm. Her hoarse whisper made him look down at her tense face. “We have a problem.”
He arched an eyebrow. “What kind of problem?”
Her father, who was a pace ahead of them, paused and half-turned to them. “Is something wrong?”
“I just need to ask Jack about something,” Nena replied as she pulled him toward the alley.
“If you think you’re getting cold feet that’s just a side effect from being dead,” he teased.
Nena led him to the car and turned to face him, checking the open street behind him before she opened her jacket to reveal her gun. “I think you’d better hold onto this-” she told him as she drew out the weapon and held it out for him to take.
Jack shook his head. “You
