Riggers Handbook Novels & Stories

and hurled it onto the table. "It's about time you hit the books, Mr. Sterling. Section Four of Chapter Three explains how to avoid leaving your partner feeling like a clumsy rookie has assaulted them. "With your pathetic technique, even the bare minimum would put you to shame. Stop making a fool of yourself." Jake's face went pale as our eyes met. He couldn't make sense of it. The dip in his affection levels didn't seem to faze me at all. "Fine. Whatever," he snapped, tugging at his tie. With a guarded look, he stepped back, sizing me up. "I don't know what kind of stunt you're pulling today, but you had better watch your mouth. One wrong move, and you'll answer for it.

“Remember, Riggs. Silence. Absolute silence. Or you’ll regret it far more than you can imagine.” Riggs’s patience snapped. “Just GIVE IT HERE!” he snarled, lunging forward a step, his hand now pulling out not a gun, but a heavy, rusted pipe wrench he’d had tucked in his belt. The sudden movement, the glint of metal in the twilight, sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through me. “He’s armed. He’s unstable.” Before Damien could react, before the surveillance teams could move, Riggs’s darting eyes, scanning the shadows of the pier, landed on something behind us. His face contorted with a mixture of shock and dawning, ugly triumph.