As police and ambulance crews rushed passed, leaving flashing blue lights behind them, Amy and Mara walked back across the piazza. Mara’s stiletto heels clicking on stone cobbles.
“You could’ve helped a bit more back there. What? You don’t like to get your hands dirty?” spat Amy.
“You were handling it. No need for both of us to break a sweat.”
“Why are you even here?”
“You know Jack cannot be trusted.”
“Yeah, yeah… whatever.”
“It’s true.”
“So why do you want him then?”
“I love him and always will.”
“It’s none of my business anyway. I’m leaving the Unit.”
“He will only follow you. He has always followed you.”
“What do you mean?”
“He has always wanted you, from the start. Don’t you know?”
“How do you know?”
“I was his wife; I killed him because of it,” Mara admitted.
Amy was stunned, especially to hear Mara speak as if she were talking about shopping.
“Does he know you killed him?”