Will Trent Angie Access

She stared at him, and for a long moment, the anger flared—the hot, familiar rage she used as a shield. But then, like a candle drowning in wax, it flickered and went out. Her shoulders sagged. A single tear, traitorous and silent, traced a clean line through the grime on her cheek.

"I've got you."

"I am tired."

"Then walk," she whispered. "I double-dog dare you." will trent angie

"Okay," she said, so quietly he almost missed it. "Okay." She stared at him, and for a long

"Lenny." She took a long, slow swallow from the bottle. "He found out I was working a CI in the Bluff. Said I was 'making him look soft.' Got a little hands-on to prove he wasn't." A single tear, traitorous and silent, traced a

"I'm not walking," he said. "I'm staying right here. But I'm not going to help you destroy yourself anymore, Angie. Not tonight. Not ever again."