Chapter 6

Touché,I think, and I have to fight the urge to smirk at

him. “I’ll log the call, don’t worry about it,” I say. “When I get

a chance. Jesus.”

“In the meantime I’ll just listen to

the backup,” Dixon grumbles. “I forgot he dumped you for this

mission.”

I glare at his reflection, and he

doessmirk because he knows that was low. “Get out,” I tell

him. When he doesn’t move, I turn around and hit the power switch.

The door tries to cycle shut but he’s in the way and it aborts the

attempt, eases open again. “I said—”

“Get out,” Dixon echoes, stepping

back. This time when I hit the switch, the door closes like the

petals of a flower, silver swirls tightening into each other.

Before he’s gone completely, Dixon tells me, “I heard

you.”

“Fuck you,” I mutter, but he’s on the

other side of the door now and doesn’t hear me. He didn’t dump

me for this mission,I tell myself, but it’s a cold assurance

because Dylan’s not here, is he?