“We found her trying to get over the wall,” Stefano offers. “She fell onto the trashcans out back.”
I raise my eyebrows, never looking away from the blonde she-devil.
“Hell of an entrance,” I comment. “You should have come better prepared.”
She flushes with embarrassment, but doesn’t rise to the bait.
My first instinct is that she’s a spy for the Polish.
But in looking at her, something doesn’t add up.
She’s clearly a rookie. Inexperienced, unprepared, and completely in over her head.
“What are you doing trying to get into my compound?” I demand coolly.
Her eyes look past me, towards the house. She clenches her jaw stubbornly.
I sigh. Fine. We’ll do things the hard way.
I pull out my gun, c**k it, and press it against her forehead.
That does the trick immediately.
The gasp th
