Gina turned slowly to face the man, his hands curled into fists where they had landed on the counter top.
'I did look after him,' she said, 'But I wasn't going to put the entire operation at(more) risk for the sake of one man, no matter what he meant to you.'
'No matter what he meant to me? He's my brother, Gina. He, he was my brother.'
Gina walked carefully around the kitchen island. This was a delicate operation. She couldn't afford to alienate Trevor; he was her best source of information on the whereabouts of the vigilante patrols, and yet she couldn't lie about leaving his simpleton brother, Jack, behind to fend for himself.
'We were under attack, Trev. There was nothing I could do. You know that,' she said, laying a steady hand atop his own calloused fingers. 'If I'd only known there was an inspection last night then perhaps I could have saved us both.'
Trevor's shoulders sunk as his body seemed to deflate. She had him. 'If only you'd warned me.'
A silence heavy with unspoken words greeter Gina. Trevor shook his fingers free from her grip and stalked away. 'You go too far, Gina. You go too far,' he turned and said before leaving the room.
Gina sat alone for some time pondering her options. Her associates were not loyal. She would need a new strategy to ensure that her commands continued to be obeyed.(less)