“Gertie had insisted I have a shot of cough syrup to steady my nerves, but I didn’t think it had done much good. It confused me how a simple conversation with someone who wasn’t a physical threat had me more nervous than being undercover and talking to a target.
He’s an emotional threat.
I sighed and went to open the door. That was the only threat I wasn’t trained to deal with.
He walked in quietly, almost hesitant, and it hit me that he was nervous too. That was something, at least, and it did make me feel a tiny bit better.
I headed back for the kitchen. I thought whatever he had to say would be easier with a table in between us, and it gave my arms somewhere to rest instead of hanging limp at my sides. Even better would be if I had something to drink, so I went straight for the refrigerator.
“Do you want a beer?” I asked.
“That would be great,”
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