Thursday. Safe House, Roanoke, VA.
CANDI STILL FELT OFF balance. She wasn't sure if it was from lack of sleep or passing out on the sofa. All she knew was that deep down, she didn't feel like herself. And that was concerning, seeing as what they were about to do.
"Are you really okay doing this?" Q asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." She patted the gun stashed just out of sight. "I'm fine. They think I'm going to be dead already. Besides, you'll be here."
He still grimaced.
Wesley jogged around the corner. "You ready? They should be here any moment."
Candi glanced at Q.
"You got this," he said.
She forced herself to smile. "So long as you've got my back."
"Of course," he said softly.
Wesley glanced over his shoulder. "Come on."