Bishop whirled on Noah, brows lowered, visibly upset. “You just let him kill three people. What’s wrong with you?” Noah bristled. “They were enemy combatants. They attacked us. They deserved it.” “Are you sure? Do you know who they are or why they came?” “It doesn’t matter.” “Of course it does! Who’s in charge, you or Sutter?” Noah’s expression clouded. “We’re done here.” “What’s the price of a good cop these days?”
