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bra, the tops of my breasts, soon followed.
    In spite of myself, warmth bloomed through my belly. Calm down! This isn't the time to get excited, a killer is touching you! My entire face—my whole being—was on fire. “I'm not a cop,” I said. “You don't need to do this!”
    Kite stared at me, and I wished I knew what he was thinking. He was so close that I could have leaned forward and kissed him. I could even see the flecks of silver deep in his black eyes, the only hint of light inside of him.
    “No wires,” he said, glancing at Jacob. He took my purse, and I had a second where I debated cracking him in the temple with my glass. I didn't. I just stayed still.
    Kite lifted an envelope from my purse. I saw his eyes flash; knew he was praying I was stupid enough to bring the letter I'd spoken about. Opening it, he fingered the stacks of money with a frown. “You really were planning to hire me.”
    “Both of you, now,” I said softly. “You clearly work together.”
    They glanced at me, then back to the cash. “How much is it?” Jacob asked.
    “It's only fifteen grand.” Shoving it back in the envelope, Kite nodded my way. “You don't know much about us, do you?”
    My neck was starting to cramp from not moving. “I told you, I only saw you kill Frank. I thought you might know an accomplice of his.”
    Jacob lowered the gun, freeing me of some of my tension. “You want us to find a friend of that man?”
    “Yes.” I risked itching my nose. My hair had tickled it for the past minute. “If you killed Frank, you might know someone he worked with years ago. That's the man I want dead.”
    “The guy you want us to not exactly kill,” Kite mumbled.
    Narrowing my eyes, I purposefully took a sip of my watery drink. Neither of them reacted, the gun stayed down. “Right. I want to be the one to put a bullet in his head.”
    Now I had their attention.
    Taking my purse from Kite, Jacob explored it. He didn't say what he was searching for. Seeming satisfied, he tossed it my way—the money still inside. “I'm sorry to say we no longer take on contracts. If we don't accept your cash, what will you do?”
    Catching my bag, I spilled some of my drink. I stared at them from under my hair. “You want to know if I plan to blackmail you into helping me.”
    Kite didn't smile, but Jacob did. “I'm asking because I'm curious. If we say no, what is your next step?”
    My chin touched my collar bone. “I won't lie. I didn't have much of a plan B.”
    “Why not take that money, go buy a gun, and off the fucker yourself?” Kite asked.
    “I would. I was going to do that to Frank,” I admitted. “But I don't know where the guy I want is. Or even his name.”
    Air 'whooshed' out of Kite's nostrils. Dropping his arms, he grabbed his belt and looked down his nose at me. “You don't know his name? That's fantastic. Even if you had the money we charge for a hit, you'd need a photo and a name, minimum.”
    My drink was empty, ice cubes clinking and melting. “I know what he looks like. If I saw him, I could recognize him.”
    Jacob was in front of me. Shit, I hadn't seen him move. He was a shadow, the strange calmness in his eyes disconcerting. “I'm sorry, but we don't know anything about Frank Montego's companions. When we take on a hit, we don't ask for those details.”
    I was deflated. I almost preferred the obvious danger to his pity. “But you could find out more than I could. You've got to have connections, know people! You just... you have to.”
    “Marina,” Kite said, leaning on the wall. “I think Jacob made it clear. We're out of the game. Your money can't buy us.”
    Jacob was watching me like a hawk. I felt very small, and didn't like it. “I don't want to hire you to kill someone,” I said. “I told you, I want to do it myself. Can't you take what I have, and just say it's a fair fee for finding a target?”
    “Target.” Kite's forehead was a row of deep lines. “ Target? You're not a damn assassin,