Aeon's back straightened. A piece of steel could have run down her back and she would not have moved.
Her finger curled around the trigger, loosely.
If he told her why she had to do it, Aeon knew she wouldn't do it. If he told her what it was that made him a threat, while looking at her like that, Aeon knew she wouldn't do it. If he said much more at all, Aeon knew she wouldn't do it.
"Who hired me?" she asked, raising the gun again and getting to her feet. Her arm extended slowly, and in another second, the gun just about pressed the flesh of Coffey's forehead.