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“I just want to talk to Katya,” said Nat.

“Natalya?” Coco said. “What—what are you doing here?” She took a couple steps toward them, but the man in front of her turned and said something to her.

She stiffened.

Glanced over his shoulder to Wyatt. Or maybe Nat.Natalya, she’d called her.

Coco knew her.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s going on—” Wyatt started.

Nat barked something in Russian, which he interpreted asShut up.

Nice. Not only had he not listened to Coco, but he’d helped a killer find her.

“I just need the jump drive, Katya. Then we can all go home.”

Wyatt froze. Coco met his eyes.

“This is the one from Moscow, isn’t it?” Nat said, now in English. “The man you spent the night with?”

Oh, nice. Turn it into something tawdry.

“Give me the jump drive, and I give you your lover.”

Herlover?

“She doesn’t have it,” Wyatt said, loud enough for Coco to hear. “She gave it to me.”

A hiccup, a beat, and then, “And it was stolen from me at the hotel.”

Another beat as Coco’s eyes widened.

“That’s very bad,” Nat said quietly.

“So, that means we can all go home, right? No harm, no foul—”

There went that Russian word again. “Move.” She pressed into his spine and he started walking toward Coco.

“Natalya, please,” Coco said, then switched into Russian and began to talk.

More steps.

The man in front of her turned around, his hands up, shielding her. Wyatt could like him for at least that much.

“Stop,” the man said.

Yes, good idea. Because every step closer meant Coco was closer to the gun.

Wyatt’s mind raced through scenarios. What would Tate and Ford do? Probably enact some super awesome spy trick where they turned and grabbed the gun and disabled the shooter in one smooth move.

Wyatt wasn’t that awesome. But he didn’t have to just stand here and let the skinny brunette assassin shoot him. He took another step, drew in a breath, and—

“Run!”

He jerked back, his elbow about shoulder height to Nat and slammed it hard into her body. It jerked her grip loose, and he rounded on her and tackled her to the ground.

The gun fired, and for a second, he jerked. But no, he wasn’t dead, so he grappled for her gun hand as she boxed him in the ear, then brought her knee up.

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