Chapter 96

On the way back to the sanatorium, Charisse suddenly turned to Adrian Baker and asked, "Hey Adrian, do you happen to have an extra…" She held up her right hand in a "finger gun" gesture, index finger pointing forward as if mimicking a shot. "You want one?" Charisse nodded. "If that's okay." "I've got a few, but are you sure you know how to handle one?" "I'm not bad," she said casually. "Used to practice at a gun club when I was younger." "Oh right." Adrian smacked his forehead like he just remembered. "You're the one who stole a thug's gun and shot three of them to save Miss Elena, huh?" As he spoke, he reached under his seat and pulled out a silver case. He opened it to reveal a neatly arranged row of weapons. Charisse scanned them, clearly familiar with what she was looking at. She pointed at a more compact model. "I'll take this Beretta." Adrian handed it over without hesitation. Charisse wasn't expecting it to be so easy—or maybe, to Adrian, it was no big deal at all to part with s