“Do you want something more substantial?” Steris asked. He glanced at her, then down at her purse. “They searched your purse.” “That they did,” she said, then took the hem of her skirt, lifting it up to the side and revealing a small handgun strapped to her thigh. “I worried they’d do something like that. So I made other plans.” Wax grinned. “I could get used to having you around, Steris.”
