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it even possible to get used to it?”
asked Blackheart.
    “I’ve killed a lot of people, Big Boy. It
becomes almost second nature.”
    “How do you deal with it?”
    “Lots of cigarettes, booze, and m—” She cut
herself short, lest she admit too much and quash any chances that
she might have with Blackheart after their job was done.
    Blackheart checked the kitchen, but it
didn’t look as though it had been used for anything but providing
drinking glasses from the cupboards. “Cigarettes? I haven’t seen
you smoke a single stick since you pulled me out of the back of
that transport wagon.”
    “I go cold turkey when I’m on a job.”
    “Don’t you go into withdrawals?”
    “I should, but I don’t seem to. Maybe it’s
the adrenaline.” Killingsworth started down the hallway, pistol in
hand. The first door on the left was ajar and opened into a
bathroom. The next door opened up into a small office with a
cluttered desk containing a computer, phone, and a plethora of
scattered papers. Killingworth pushed open the last door on the
right, revealing the master bedroom and Finn and Charise, who lay
exhausted, and deep in slumber, after their evening of drug-fueled
passion.
    Killingsworth didn’t waste any time. She
strode across the room, grabbed Finn’s head by a handful of his
curly brown hair and shoved her pistol in his face. It was a rude
awakening to say the least.
    “Where’s the money that came in the
package?” she demanded.
    Finn’s eyes popped open and his bleary gaze
was replaced with fear and he began to struggle. Killingworth
jammed the pistol into his right eye and yanked hard on his hair.
“Stop fighting, or I’ll put a bullet through your brain—and then
through the tramp’s brain.”
    “What, what do you want?”
    “I want the money that Joe Blackheart mailed
to Charise.”
    Charise stifled a scream and made a dash
from the room, the sheet that draped her body tearing loose from
the bed and coming with her, but the folds of the linen tripped her
up and she stumbled into Blackheart. He wrapped his thick arms
around her torso and held tightly while she kicked, flailed and
cursed a string of words that would make a sailor blush.
    “Classy woman you’ve got there, Big Boy.
What did you ever see in her?”
    The sheets began to slip down from Charise’s
shoulder, revealing just a fraction of her fully formed
decolletage. “Never mind,” said Killingsworth. “I get it. Now
someone speak up before I lose my patience. I want to know where
the 650 grand is, and I want to know fast, because it might be
easier to kill you both and just look for it ourselves.”
    “Watch the eye!” begged Finn. “That just
healed up.”
    “If you don’t cooperate I’m going to give
you more than a shattered eye socket,” warned Killingsworth.
    Finn focused with his left eye, looking past
the blonde assassin that was shoving a pistol into his other eye,
and seeing Blackheart holding the struggling Charise. “Joe! I
thought that you were in jail. I’m your best friend, why are you
doing this?”
    Blackheart gave Charise a jerk that
momentarily squeezed the breath from her body and silenced her.
“When I beat you down you begged me to forgive you for sleeping
with my girl, and you promised me you’d never lay a finger on her
again. How long did you keep that promise, Finn?”
    “You were in jail, Joe! Charise was lonely
and I felt bad for her—”
    “I’m sick of this sob story,” said
Killingsworth. “I’ll off him for free. Just give the word.”
    “Give him ten seconds to tell us where the
money is. If he doesn’t spill, then you have my permission to pull
the trigger.”
    “We didn’t even know about the money until
three days ago!” protested Finn. “Charise needed a bra and
remembered that you had sent her some of her clothes. She dug out
the package and we found the money inside. We were going to keep it
safe for you—until you got out of the pen. Honest!”
    “Who paid for that