“Nigel hit his button again. “I need security.” “No, you don’t,” Taggart said, his mouth curling up in a deeply gruesome approximation of a grin. “You just need to give me five minutes with him.” “Ian, you promised you would stop killing people. I’m tired of getting blood out of your clothes.”

“Nigel hit his button again. “I need security.” “No, you don’t,” Taggart said, his mouth curling up in a deeply gruesome approximation of a grin. “You just need to give me five minutes with him.” “Ian, you promised you would stop killing people. I’m tired of getting blood out of your clothes.”

— Lexi Blake