She took a deep breath, and lifted her gun, so the muzzle was trained on [Alex's] face.
Gray shifted again, and she said, “No. Hold.”
He listened.
Alex’s throat jerked hard when he swallowed. But he didn’t shrink away from the gun, and his gaze didn’t leave hers. “If you shoot me,” he said, levelly, “you’ll spend a very long time in jail for shooting a federal agent.”
“If I shoot you, my jail sentence will be the last of your worries, buddy."
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