Chapter Sixty-One

“Are you going to kill me now to keep me quiet?” Kenny asked with even wider eyes. “Braden knows I was coming over here today.” Kenny’s voice shook a little as the bravado dropped off.

Angel was still holding the gun, but taking out a seventeen-year-old seemed a little drastic to ensure her freedom. Plus, Colton probably wouldn’t appreciate her shooting one of his students.

“We’re not going to kill you,” Colton said, then looked at her as if to make sure.

“We can take him out shooting,” she offered, barely resisting rolling her eyes. “How bad could it be?”

Colton gave her a stricken look. “He broke a scrench.”

“That was Braden,” Kenny protested. “And I would’ve had that bookcase together right the first time if I hadn’t listened to him.”

Clearly, the kid had already mastered the art of hostage negotiation. He’d bested two trained federal agents to get his way. He couldn’t be that dim witted.

Colton pulled his phone from his pocket. “What’s your mother’s number? I’ll call and see if she gives you permission to shoot a gun. But if she doesn’t, that’s the end of it. And you can’t tell anyone about—” He pointed toward Angel.

“Your girlfriend the killer?” Kenny filled in the blank.

Great. A comedian, too.

“She didn’t kill anyone.” Colton said, his voice flat and serious.

“I figured as much. She’s too hot to be a murderer.”

Right, because attractive people never killed anyone. A memory of Lucas Stone flashed through her mind. White-blond hair and warm brown eyes. Handsome as a movie star.

Maybe police academy was a good idea for this kid. He’d get an enlightening there like nowhere else. But strangely, she actually thought he might end up making a damn fine cop.

“Come on,” she said with a wink toward Kenny. “Let’s go shoot something.”

This would be fun.