but now her attacker was pinned to the ground, screaming in agony as the passenger window lowered and Charlie heard the familiar—and shockingly casual, considering the circumstances—“Hey, shithead.” The petite Asian woman with the short pixie haircut dyed blue grinned at her. They were sisters but one would never know it by looking at them. Max MacKilligan asked, “Miss me?” “Can you just drive?” Charlie got into the passenger seat. “But be careful. You still have human stuck to the grill.” “I should let him shoot you? What kind of sister would I be?” “One I don’t have to visit in an Italian
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