Sitting in the shadows, with a killer, in an empty building, gazing at the corpse of another killer. When had her life grown so strange? “Anyone you know?” Chin on her knees, she pointed her nose toward the body. “An assassin. I’ve met him before.” “Then I appreciate your willingness to stab an acquaintance in the back on my behalf.” Talking felt inane, but she did not want to dwell on what had almost been. “Any assassin who allows himself to be distracted by his work deserves a knife in
