Booth leaned against the wall in
the firehouse, his gaze glued to the beer trailer. When the contract had come
down, he hadn't believed whom he would have to kill. She couldn't look any more
harmless.
She did know how to defuse bombs.
Go figure.
The kill would be easy. Still, he
hadn't been given the go ahead yet. He'd practice his shot until it was time.
Even if that wasn't how he'd kill
her.
For a moment his heart wasn't in
it. He tamped that down. It was unprofessional. Exactly what they'd feared
would happen.
He shook his head. No. He'd do the
kill.
Shifting his shoulders to ease the
tension, he wondered if he was getting too old for this life. He longed for a
beach somewhere. The millions he'd stashed away would work for him for many
years.
Just one more, he kept repeating to
himself.
One more dead body and he was free.
He could feel the sun on his face
already. There'd be beautiful women to attend to him. There were no virgins in
heaven for him and he was fine with that. He wanted his reward in this life.
He rubbed a hand down his face. The
door to the beer trailer opened.
His mark stepped out.
Time to put on his concerned face.
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