Page 54 of Vortex (FBI Thriller 25)

“Didn’t this FBI guy tell you Razhan’s a known assassin? I don’t know how many kills he’s registered over the years. I don’t even know what he looked like. I’m wondering if he could have been one of the guys at the airport.” He paused. “And you were the one to finally bring him down. Remind me never to piss you off.”

“You’re always pissing me off. Yep, I did bring him down, just like I shot that jerk Frenchman in the shoulder today.”

He laughed, sobered immediately. “Tell me again no injuries, and don’t try to lie to me.”

“Well, the bruise on my rear end looks a bit like a continent, you know, green for land and blue for water, a dash of purple for the sky. Yes, when we’re together again, you can check it out.”

“You’re trying to make me crazy. Stop it. You’re in another safe house, right? Gay is still with you?”

“Yes, but Mike, listen to me. Agent Savich can help us. Tell me where you are, and we can both come to you.”

Mike grinned into the phone. She was always a bulldog. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I promise to think about calling this Dillon Savich. But for now I’ve got more to do and I want to be sure you stay protected until this is over. And when it is, you and I can go hang out together on a beach in Aruba and I’ll rub sunscreen all over your gorgeous back. I wonder if we can get married in Aruba?”

“What? What?”

But he’d ended the call.