“Just don’t get Whitney killed in the process. I need the next book in her Mafia series.” Aha! Even the great Isla Davenport had a weakness. “You know,” I said, slinking up to her. “If you can pull more than a drop of tea out of the evidence, I’ll see what I can do about getting you that next book.” Isla’s eyes narrowed. “What’s your angle?” I shrugged. “No angle. It’s exactly what it seems like. You want a book, I want my girl safe, and I want to keep K&A’s prestigious reputation of successful assignments in the black.” The tiniest of smirks curled up on Isla’s lips. “Deal. I’ll see what I
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