How Many More Secrets Does He Have?

Austyn hissed in pain. ‘Did I hurt you?’ Kira, concerned, leaned forward to check. ‘But I didn’t hit the arm with the needle…’ ‘Got you.’ Austyn pinched her nose. Kira rolled her eyes. ‘How childish can you be?’ She swatted his hand away and sat back. ‘So he’s dead? For real?’ ‘As real as it gets.’ Sean Santoro died at the scene. Damian smoothed things over with the local police and arranged for Santoro’s burial. The drug trafficker’s body was cremated on the same day and his ashes were buried in a public cemetery. Austyn was in the hospital for three days and missed all the fun. Then Damian told him something that cheered him up—Damian only paid for a year’s interment. Which meant Santoro’s grave would be ‘repurposed’ after the year was up. Kira was relieved to hear about the scar-faced man’s death. ‘Did you…kill him?’ ‘I wanted to, but it wasn’t me.’ Damian was the one who fired the fatal shot. Kira spent some time absorbing the news. ‘How did you know he was in Trinidonia?’ Santoro