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him?
    Tough choice.
    Her ass was in a sling because of this prick, in spite of his protesting otherwise.
    White LED lights spaced along the parapet offered enough light beneath the hip-high wall to traverse the outer boundary of the roof, but the snitch didn’t move another step. Predators preferred shadows. Salt-laden air rolling off San Francisco Bay blew his duster, making it snap against his legs.
    He called out, “Why are you over there?”
    “I like the view. ” And I might want to find out if pigs really can fly before I’m done tonight. Margaux held her position, leaving her exposed to the midnight breeze that cut her to the bone. The damned shiny dress she wore for tonight had better be worth the effort. It barely covered the essentials.
    And she meant barely. Her cashmere cape offered little additional insulation against the brittle temperatures.
    He stood still as the Grim Reaper waiting for his victim to make a move. Short black hair ringed the crown of his head and a beak nose overpowered his narrow face that had picked up a few lines in forty plus years.
    Vultures were more attractive.
    He sounded almost amused. “I’m impressed that you know I don’t like heights.” 
    If I only gave a shit about impressing you. “We’ve played by your rules. I’m here. Time to give me the rest of the information so I can be on my way.” 
    “I hear a note of hostility that I find curious since I’m here to help you.” No, you’re not here to help me, but to help yourself to the bag-o-money at my feet that will allow you to disappear even faster if I fail to stop the Banker. “Neither of us is here to make nice. Move this along if you want the money, and the Banker dealt with so you can live long enough to spend it.”
    “I hope you’re as capable as your reputation.”
    “I am.”  She hoped so, too. Her gut didn’t like any part of the game she had to play tonight. It better be worth walking away from Sabrina, who would unleash a team of elite operatives to hunt her down as soon as she found out Margaux was gone.
    He studied her intensely and declared, “You’ll pass for Violet.”
    “I’d better, for what I paid a makeup artist who could turn you into Brad Pitt.” Margaux could pull off masquerading as an expensive call girl, but that didn’t guarantee she wouldn’t be made if anything went wrong. “Tell me about the exits and security.”
    “Again?”
    “I’m paying to hear it as many times as I want.”   Margaux had too much at stake not to put Snake Eyes to the test of repeating the details while she watched for an inflection, any sign of lying.
    “There is no logic in my lying to you at this point, but you are paying for this.” 
    The secret club was in the basement level of a privately owned hotel. Affluent men, celebrities, anyone who wanted to enjoy a nightclub atmosphere could go there without worry of public exposure. The women on display were the best that money could buy, guaranteed clean and skilled in every sexual game imaginable. Three corporate power players were behind the club. They vetted members and the female entertainment, changing access codes daily to assure security.
    Snake Eyes finished covering the exit points, then he repeated that the jagged roof design had no chopper access. Security personnel held the elevator keycard access. “Everyone passes through a metal detector so don’t walk in there with a weapon, Duke.”
    She opened the cape, exposing the dress that stopped just below her thong, and snorted. “Like I could hide a gun in this getup?”
    “I wouldn’t put anything past you.”
    Smart man. She’d tried to tuck just one knife somewhere, but no chance.
    She’d found aerial photos showing the only flat area up high was a penthouse patio with a pool. It was huge, but not big enough for a helo pad. “Where’re the key card and mask?”
    He reached back inside his bulky coat as he stepped forward slowly and withdrew a red, satin bag the size of