Fields' Guide to Dirty Money by Julie Mulhern

Author:Julie Mulhern [Mulhern, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Julie Mulhern

The ICU was a square with patient rooms on the outside and a nurses’ station and storage at the center.

We separated.

Thor went left.

I went right.

Was his heart beating as hard as mine? Did his palms sweat?

“May I help you?”

I jumped three feet in the air.

“I’m sorry,” said the nurse. “I didn’t mean to startle you. May I help you find a patient?”

“I’m here to see Ian Grant.”

Her face clouded. “There’s a guard outside Mr. Grant’s door. If you’re not on the list, the guard won’t let you in.”

That was a relief. “Ian asked to see me.”

She pointed. “Keep going. You can’t miss it. Mr. Grant’s is the only room with a guard outside.”

“Thank you.”

I peeked around the corner and saw her—well, saw her back and her long ponytail. Beatrice was peeking around her own corner.

I tiptoed forward, and my fingers found the Glock in my bag. This was the woman who’d humiliated Thor, nearly killed Ian, and completely destroyed a Neverfull. She was a monster.

Beatrice seemed frozen in place. Had she spotted Thor?

She glanced over her shoulder and saw me. Her pouty lips curled into a vicious smile. “You don’t know when to quit. Too bad I can’t be in Mexico when you arrive. I’d love to see how you enjoy your welcome.”

Thor might be tired of assassins and drug dealers and terrorists, but I was tired of Beatrice.

Her eyes glinted beneath the hospital’s fluorescent lights.

I took a deep breath, centered myself, and stepped toward her. I’ve got this.

Beatrice reached into her shoulder bag and—

“Wait!”

“What?” Talking and maintaining a sneer was a skill few could master. Beatrice had it down.

“Is that a Nancy Gonzalez?” The bag hanging from Beatrice’s shoulder was made of woven strips of cream and beige crocodile leather.

For a half-second her sneer slipped, and her fingers caressed the handle. “It is.”

“I’ve wanted one forever. Do you like it?”

“I love it. Plenty of room, and it goes with anything.”

I nodded. “It’s a gorgeous bag. Promise you won’t blow it up?”

“I would never.” Sure, she sounded appalled, but I’d seen her incinerate an innocent Neverfull.

“One more question?”

Beatrice nodded.

“Did you take Jake? What’s with you and the naked men?”

“It’s a power thing.” She thrust her hand into the tote’s depths and pulled out a knife.

Knives didn’t scare me. She’d have to get close to use its blade. And if she did get close, the Krav Maga skills Dad made sure I acquired meant my chances were good.

Beatrice stalked toward me with her gaze locked on my face.

A mistake.

While she read my expression, I softened my knees, lightened my feet, and took in the bunch of her shoulders, her fingers’ tight grip on the knife, and the slight hitch in her step.

She lunged, and I was ready. My left foot was perpendicular to her body. My right leg lifted in a kick, and my shin met her body with enough force to knock her backward.

“Oomph.” She kept her grip on the knife, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and came at me again.

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