Taking lives had been her vice for as long as she could remember.
It was easy, just like slipping into a warm bath and just as pleasurable. With one squeeze of the trigger, Adelaide Banvard’s task would be finished and the schizophrenic monster in her head satisfied. Only a matter of seconds stood between her and pure ecstasy. Her 9mm was level with Scott’s chest, rising and falling with his every shaking breath.
His body was tense, ready to flee, but he knew he couldn’t escape. She could see that knowledge in his eyes.
She couldn’t let him get away, not with the information he’d stolen from Christian’s office tonight.
Scott had been good, even careful, to hide his true identity, to hide the fact that he was an undercover Alcohol, Firearm and Tobacco agent and now, Adelaide was required to handle the situation, to do her job. Only she didn’t want to.