Stevie grabbed the gun she knew Dutch had holstered under his jacket. Even better, it already had a silencer on it. She aimed and shot Damian Miller five times in the chest . . . which did nothing really except redirect his focus from finding the honey badger who’d ripped him off to destroying the honey badger who’d fucked up his nice white English suit. The bear roared and Stevie tossed the gun back to a stunned Dutch. “Run!” she told Max’s best friend. “Run away!” Then that’s exactly what she did.
