There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

The real preparation was watching the tape.
Cole made me watch Randall die, because I had never seen someone killed
before. Especially not someone I knew personally.
Cole knew I’d have to desensitize myself to blood, to screams, to the
impulses of pity that might cause me to deviate from the plan. Cole knows
the terror of violence, the physical effect it has on a person. He knows how it
breaks apart your mind, causing you to act on instinct in all the wrong ways.
He drills me over and over and over, so that in the heat of the battle with
Shaw, I’ll stick to our agreement.
“If worse comes to worse,” Cole says, fixing me with his dark stare. “If
things are going wrong … you run, Mara. You don’t try to help me. You
don’t try to stay. You fucking run. Because he’ll be right behind you—and if
I’m gone, there’s no one left to save you.”
“That’s not going to happen. He’ll be dead before he even knows what’s
happening.”
“That’s the plan,” Cole agrees.
That would comfort me, except I remember the old quote, “No plan survives
contact with the enemy.”
Another complication is the continued surveillance of Officer Hawks.
Cole complained to the SFPD. He has enough connections in city
government that Hawks has been told to back off. Hawks ignored this order,
still trailing Cole on his own off-hours, showing up to every event where
they’ll let him in the door, and visiting Clay Street more than the artists that
keep studio space in Cole’s building.
Hawks takes his opportunity to intercept me when Cole is at Corona Heights
Park, overseeing the final stages of construction on his monumental
sculpture. Probably freezing his ass off, because a frigid wind is blowing in
from the bay.
Officer Hawks steps in front of me before I can touch the heavy glass doors
of the Alta Plaza building.