“Nearly fifteen years ago, Bob hired me to kill a woman named Jenna Way.” “Well, I know you didn’t kill her,” I say. “How?” “Because I did, twelve years ago, in this very room.” Alejandro’s eyes go wide. Maybe it’s shock or the realization that I’m more deadly than he is. Then they flicker with something else . . . passion, lust, desire. If I weren’t already undressed, he’d be undressing me with those eyes right now. “Don’t act so surprised,” I say. “I’m not. I’m impressed.”
