The Trouble With Trying to Save an Assassin (Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees #2)

by Jennifer Cody

adjusting my vest and jacket as I alight onto the sidewalk. With a sigh, I step onto the muddy bank of the ditch and carefully step down. The mud immediately slides out from under my shoe, taking me with it on an eternal surf down the embankment. I windmill my arms to keep from falling straight on my ass in my thousand dollar suit and somehow manage to keep my feet until I hit the bottom of the ditch, at which point I fly head first into a trickle of ditch water leftover from the last random rainstorm to hit this city. It was probably the one from this morning that Dakota started. I push my face out of the mud, frowning in disgust as it squishes between my fingers, and get to my feet, staring down at the ruined mess of my royal blue suit. I blow out a slightly annoyed breath, sending bits of muddy water flying out in front of me. My tailor is going to give me the stink eye. He does not like when I stain my clothes. I mean, I don’t either because it means I have to pay for the cleaning service, and he’s not exactly cheap. Anyone else think I’ve got the most interesting luck on the planet? Well, it’s true. Look, I know I’m covered in mud and muck, but I guarantee you that something cool is about to happen. My luck always balances itself out. Probably going to get laid or something equally hot. A cackle echoes from under the bridge, catching my attention as a man with a devil-may-care smile on his face steps out from under it holding the head of a gray-skinned…well, I don’t k...