Page 46 of Training Rain
“You said I’d be a good agent.”
“I didn’t mean that killing would come easy to you. I don’t think you’re unmoved by what you had to do. I just don’t think you’ve had time to think about it yet. When you do, you’ll have regret. You’ll wonder if you could have done something else.”
“Do you wonder that?”
He’d effectively trapped her against the refrigerator. She pressed her palms against his chest but didn’t push him away. He breathed in the warm, sweet scent that was uniquely Rain. “Every time.”
“How do you live with it?”
“I compartmentalize it and try to remember that I’m the good guy and they are not.”
“Does that work?”
He kissed her cheek. “Most of the time.”
Donnelly groaned from the couch.
“How will you get information from him?”
“Fucking bitch drugged me.”
“Time to go to work. Would you go get Will? And it might be better if you stayed outside until this is over.” He wished she would do as he asked, but knew she wouldn’t.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought you’d say.”
Will walked inside without having to be called. The guy had the most amazing instincts for a non-psychic. Yas padded in behind him and sat down facing their captive. The dog growled.
“Get that mutt the fuck away from me.”
Will went around to the back of the couch, grabbed Donnelly by the shoulders and sat him up. Jess grabbed a wooden kitchen chair and sat down in front of the man. He focused his mind on the man in front of him. He nudged him mentally. When he spoke, his New Orleans accent flowed thickly. “You need to tell us who hired you.”
“Bradly Breckenridge.”
“The senator?” Rain asked.
Donnelly didn’t say a word. His face twisted as if he was in pain. Jess didn’t care about this assassin’s discomfort. He was only uncomfortable because he was fighting the process.
Jess continued. “Why does the senator want us dead?”
“He plans to make a run for the presidency. He’s going to use his stand against you freaks as his platform. First he’s got to reduce your numbers and then make you out to be a danger to society.”
“How’s he going to do that?”
“I don’t know.”
“How’s he going to make the Psi Alliance look bad?” Jess’s voice thickened with his accent and his eyes narrowed.
“Every one of us that’s killed by one of you, he’ll plant information…”
“What kind of information?”
“That we’re war heroes serving our country and we were cut down in the line of duty or without provocation.”
“How many men does he have?”
“I don’t know.” It must have been the truth.
