Agent Vallery Rose stepped into the clearing. The moment she saw me, her hand moved to the gun in her chest holster. In reflex, Richter threw himself into harm’s way, drawing his own weapon. Rose paused, looking at him and his hand on his gun. Then her gaze snapped back to me. “You . . .” she said. “You’re the woman who helped kill Kirby that night!”
Well crap
