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“Why are you here?
It’s midnight.”
“I want to see you.
You play hard to find and then hard to get at work. What’s a man like me supposed to do?”
“Stay away! You were
supposed to leave it where we left it!”
“You left it
there. I didn’t.”
“Victor, does it even matter what I want?”
“You want what I want.
You don’t want to admit it; you have a need to keep that secret, but we
both want the same thing.”
Nedra lowered the gun and sighed. At the moment, she hated Franklin for sending
her to recruit Victor in the first place.
“I told you why that would be a problem.”
Victor adjusted his stance, swinging the velvet bag over his
shoulder. “Your man’s in Kosovo right
now, engaged in loss verification. He
left a couple of days ago. He’ll be gone
for the better part of a month. You
don’t live with him, and you’re not real big on having outside company other
than your small circle of friends.”
Nedra aimed the .380 at him again and cocked it. “How the fuck do you know that?”
But really, she wasn’t surprised.
The man was extremely resourceful.
He smiled at her.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“What’s in the bag, you demented Santa Claus?”
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