Page 173 of Heartless Sinner

“Who were those guys anyway?”

“No idea.”

“Why didn’t you make them tell you?”

I side-eyed her. “You don’t think I tried when I shot the idiot in the dick first?”

“That’s sure not a way to get them on your good side and convince them to blab.”

I threw my arm in the air, now steering with my knee. “The man shot at us!”

“Haven’t you ever heard of reverse psychology?”

I checked the rearview mirror for any possible threats. “I don’t play games when men have guns pointed at me … or you.” I grabbed the wheel again, annoyed at her critiquing my interrogation skills.

She kicked her feet up on the dashboard.

I shoved them down. “Feet off.”

She rolled her eyes at me and put them back up.

“I’d prefer your knees not embedded in your skull if we get into another accident.”

“You mean shootout?”

“Shootouts can be accidents.”

She rolled her eyes again but didn’t lower her feet. “What do we do now then? Wait to see if another killer hunts us down?”

I leaned over and shoved her feet off the dashboard.

“We drive back to the university.” I pulled my phone from my pocket and texted the Son group chat while keeping the SUV steady with my knee.

Me: Two idiots tried to drive me off the road and shot at us on my drive back to SVU.

Their responses came immediately.

Enzo: WHO?

Cedric: Tell me they’re still not alive.

Cassian: Where are you now?

Daphne clicked her tongue. “You know, it’s not safe to text and drive. Especially given our current situation.”

I decided to save myself the headache and ignored her.

Me: No idea. Neither would talk.

Me: And, fuck no, not still alive.

Emeri: Where are the bodies?

Daphne leaned forward and changed the radio station before upping the volume.

Me: Philip is taking care of them.

Emeri: Does he need help?