Coffey turned and Aeon didn't move. Matter of fact, she started to pull back the trigger.
But the eyes in this face and the tone of voice stopped her.
In one motion, she lowered her arm and the gun to her side and sat on the bench next to him. He wasn't going to try anything. She knew it. Green eyes watched him very, very carefully, and Aeon did not speak. The hand that held the gun did not relax.
She was looking for the reason. What made him a threat? A threat to the suit that offered her this job?