CHAPTER 24:

Jennifer smiled as she pulled away from Fiona's grasp. Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong, muscular arms intertwine themselves around her waist from behind.

"So, are we all friends again?" James asked. Fiona winked up at him from underneath the bandage on her head.

"Good." Cooper then returned quietly into the room, sitting on the couch, far away from Fiona as possible.

"Don't think that I can't see you." Fiona chuckled at Cooper. Jen and James shared a confused look. "He stole my pink Camaro back when we were in Venezuela. I don't know why or how, but…"

"All right…okay, first things first, I'm a wheelman, I steal, fix and race cars for a living. So…I was hired by some guy to recover all these special edition makes of these Camaros from the 1960's. And yours happened to be one of them. So…yeah he paid me big time for the job…one million and upwards."

"Oh…um, well as far as I'm concerned, I think you 'owe' Fiona a car." James hinted. Cooper nodded along. Fiona smiled at him. She had never met the guy before, but she sensed he was a good man.

"All right, I'll 'buy' you one." Cooper hid his goofy grin. Fiona chuckled.

"Well, it really doesn't make a difference to me."

One Month Later…

Fiona was released with a clean bill of health. The doctors and nurses were still astounded that she had recovered, let alone so quickly. They had no explanation for it whatsoever. The four of them left the hospital with smiles on their faces. As they piled into Cooper's Aston Martin, Jen looked over at Fiona.

"Aren't you worried that Marcus might come back for you?"

"No. Not at all." James turned back from the front seat and raised his eyebrows disbelievingly.

"Why?" Jen asked.

"I'll tell you all when we get back home, all right?" Fiona hid her devious smile. Jen gave her an odd look, but said nothing. James simply shrugged and Cooper started the car.

"All right Fiona, time to explain your non-existing fear of the man who almost killed you." Jen said as she set down a plate of biscuits and the teapot. Fiona reached across the table and poured herself a cup of the hot liquid. She slowly sat back down in her chair. Her coordination was still a little bit off and she did not want to re-injure herself. She took a sip of her drink and set it down once more. Jen, James and Cooper were all sitting around, waiting for Fiona to talk.

"Well…when I was hurt, and practically bleeding out in his apartment, I knew I had to make a proper choice. So…I…um…took his pistol and shot him: square between the eyes. It was his Desert Eagle. And I vaguely remember his dead corpse bleeding out all over his kitchen floor and me leaving the gun in his hand." Jen choked on her tea. James and Cooper stared at Fiona, slack-jawed and in disbelief that someone who seemed like she could barely handle a gun, shot her now ex-boyfriend in the head.

"W-why?" Jen stammered, still recovering from choking on her tea.

"I found out that he was the one to hire Labuzov from the Mafia to kill you Jen. And, he was going to hire another hit man. So I took the chance because I realised that my best friend is more important than any man. We're all friends here, that's all that matters."