“You have to leave it in the car,” he says, opening the cabinet behind him. She nods. “Totally.” He points a finger at her. “And no murder!” I don’t need his words to confirm my suspicion. We keep all our spare guns in the safe hidden behind the cabinet. She sends me a fiery glare before batting her eyelashes at him. “Kneecaps aren’t murder.” Remy raises his cup of coffee. “Atta girl.” Sy pauses from punching in the code to bark, “Do not kneecap my brother!” “I won’t.” She links her hands behind her back, looking as innocent as a doe.
