“Or you can get the hell out of here,” Macallan said, still salty about the insult. He was ready to shoot the guy and put his hand on the handle of the desk drawer, where he kept a nine locked and loaded. He gave zero fucks about them being cops.
Woolcoat stared at the carpet and put his hands in his pockets in a futile effort to hide their turning into fists, but the Zhous weren’t fooled. There were plenty of assholes in Suva Oriana who had trouble accepting assistance from Madalyne. This prick was no different. He looked up and managed to say, “I am sorry for offending you, Mrs. Zhou.” Uttering the words looked painful.
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