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“Just what the fuck are you implying?”
“Don’t,” Rae snapped.
“You were gone already—” I started.
“Gone from where?”
“OPS. You were gone when the senator was shot. And then Kavanaugh was taken out at his old man’s funeral. Both long-distance shots. Both nearly impossible. Yet, both struck their target with deadly precision.”
Cash’s eyes darkened, and I got my answer. “So, that’s what this is all about.”
“If you’re playing both sides, we deserve to know,” I argued.
I noticed Knight was particularly quiet the whole time, but I could feel his eyes burning into my skull.
“So, how deep are you with these guys?”
His jaw clenched hard as his eyes flicked away guiltily.
“That deep, huh? So, that’s how you knew. You knew because you’re already in with them.”
“Cash, it’s time to go,” Knight snapped. “We’ve been here too long.”
“That’s it?” Rae asked. “You’re not even going to defend yourself?”
“What the hell do you want me to say?” he argued.
She stepped in front of him, holding her hand up to his chest. “Did you pull the trigger?”
“And if I did?”
Her nostrils flared in anger. “Cash, tell me you didn’t fucking kill the senator and Kavanaugh. He worked for you. He was your friend!”
“He’s not dead,” Cash said, proving once again that he had contacts on the inside.
“But you were trying to—” she started. “You— What the fuck is wrong with you?” she shouted.
She kicked hard, taking him by surprise, dropping him to the ground with little effort. He was on his knees, groaning as he struggled to stand on his injured leg.
“Rae—”
She gripped his head and slammed her knee into his face. Blood gushed as his nose broke and he collapsed to the ground. She went on the attack, slamming her boot into his stomach over and over again. It took both Johnny and me to drag her off him, and when it was over, Cash was a bloody mess on the ground.
She jerked our arms off her, breathing hard as she stared down at her boss with anger. “I’ve never been so fucking disappointed in anyone in my life.”
She spat on him and turned, walking away down the hall.
Staring at Cash, I didn’t know what the hell to do. I couldn’t believe that Cash was involved with all this for no reason. Same as Rafe, there was always some other plan in the works. But shooting Kavanaugh? Christ, that was taking things too far.
“What’s going on with Claire?” Johnny asked Knight.
“She’s safe.”
“We know that, but Michael made contact. He wants to drop her at OPS.”
Knight’s eyes stayed hard, not shifting or giving any sign what he was thinking.
“Give us something,” I seethed. “Fuck, we’re on your side. We can’t help if we don’t know what the fuck is going on.”