Duplicity by Jasmin Quinn

Author:Jasmin Quinn [Quinn, Jasmin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781999037178
Published: 2020-05-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Brook knocked a chip off the bar of soap and lined it up on the tank of the toilet. It was her way of keeping track since she had nothing but her nails to scratch lines into the concrete with and she sure as hell wasn’t about to ruin another manicure. Day after endless day, she tried to talk to the guards who were delivering her meals, asked for a magazine, a book, a nail file and polish. Nothing. Not a goddamned thing. They didn’t nod, they didn’t shake their heads, they didn’t speak to her. They barely glanced at her.

There was always two of them – one standing by the door with his hands on a Glock in a hip holster while the other entered the cell. It was a daily routine; in the mornings they exchanged her dirty towels with fresh ones, left a clean T-shirt and underwear, and served her a breakfast consisting of porridge. No fucking coffee, just water. At lunch it was soup, then nothing until dinner.

She wasn’t allowed shoes, a comb for her hair, or makeup. It was torture. No stimulation, nothing to occupy her mind.

She counted the soap chips even though she knew exactly how many there were. Eight. One for each day since she was brought down to her cell and left alone. Eight long fucking days where she had nothing to do but obsess about Jackman.

Why the hell didn’t she eat the bloody salmon eggs?

He’d been pissed off with her the last time they’d talked, accused her of lying, and she had been. But he said he was going to kill Quaigh and if she told him the truth, he might turn his vengeance on her. Quaigh had been all over her idea of going in undercover. Of course, he would be. He wanted her out of the way for so many reasons, but the main one was because she was a barrier between him and Owen.

Such a weak fucking plan, amateurish, but she wouldn’t listen to reason. Not Owen’s reason anyway. Her arrogance was going to be her downfall. She treated Owen like a younger brother, an underling, so it was hard to let him be the voice of reason when it involved her life. In the end, he reluctantly agreed to the plan because she was going to go forward with or without his support.

Sure, they could have done the dirty work themselves, but neither she nor Owen were killers in the conventional sense. Brook was a paper pusher, rarely in the field. She’d never even shot a gun at anyone: in the line of work or otherwise. And Owen? He’d dispatched a couple of people, but the kills were either sanctioned by the agency or were in self-defence. Killing Quaigh was too risky for them.

Still, the perv needed to die, and while they debated approaching Jackman head-on because Owen had the money to pay for the assassination, their intel suggested Jackman would turn them down flat. It might have even made them into targets because of Owen’s connection to Randall.

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