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    When the body was nestled between the two small twin beds in the room, the newcomer glanced at the duffel and nodded. “Smart. You had a bag ready. Good.”
    “Who,” Cassandra stuttered out, “the f-fuck…? He’s dead?”
    The man nodded slowly and glanced at the corpse. “He is. I’m Nick. I’m going to get you out of here.”
    “Who sent you?” Cassandra asked suspiciously, and raised the mace. “What do you want with me?”
    Nick sighed. “I was paid to kill you. I took out the young men last night that were going to…”
    Cassandra had started to creep toward the door.
    But Nick held up both hands in surrender and peace, and jerked his chin toward the dead man. “I decided not to do it,” he said. “Which is going to mean trouble for both of us. This one won’t be the last. My boss has a reputation to maintain. They monitor our vitals by a chip in our wrists. They’ll know he’s out when his chip goes dark. When his nerves die. Takes a few minutes. Look, see?” He pointed to his own wrist, which was bandaged. “I cut mine out.”
    “Why?” Cassandra asked.
    “So they couldn’t track me,” Nick said.
    “No,” she waved the can at him, “why were you sent to kill me? I didn’t do anything. I don’t want to be a part of my father’s world. I just want to be a good person and live quietly.”
    “I know that,” Nick said softly. “It’s why I changed my mind about the assignment. You remember me? From the diner?”
    “From the…” And then, like a light switching on, she did. He looked different now but not drastically. “I knew someone was following me. Jesus Christ, you were… you could have…”
    “But I didn’t,” Nick said. “And I’m not going to. But we have to leave. Newark, I mean. Maybe the country.”
    “I already have a flight booked,” she said. “I’m leaving tomorrow morning.”
    “That’s… not soon enough,” Nick said. “We’ve got contractors as close as Manhattan. They could be here in a few hours. Plus, if I know you booked a flight under Amelia Aroja, so does anyone else who wants to find you. They’ve kept tabs on your fake identities. They aren’t very good. I’ll make sure you get a solid one, with an anglo name they won’t be looking for.”
    “Stop!” Cassandra snapped. “Just stop. Why should I trust you? You tried to kill me!”
    “I didn’t try to kill you,” Nick said. “I don’t try to kill anyone. If I want someone dead, they die. I chose not to kill you.” He lowered his hands, and frowned at her. “You don’t have to trust me. But they’re not going to stop coming for you. Not unless you disappear entirely. I can help you do that if you’ll let me. Please, Cassandra. I need to do this. If I have a soul, it probably needs saving.”
    “Everyone has a soul,” she muttered. She lowered the can. If he did mean to kill her, it was a strange way to go about getting to the point. If he didn’t, then she needed his help if what he said was true. If it wasn’t true… well then he was a crazy person but she couldn’t see why someone would lie about a thing like this. It was just too much to bother with.
    “It would be nice if that were true,” Nick said.
    “So what do I do?” Cassandra finally asked.
    Nick moved quickly, gathering her bag as he led her to the door. “First, get to a different city. One with an Amtrak stop. I know someone who can get you a new identity. We’ll find a place for you to hide, get you set up with a low profile job. Maybe change your hair. Put the do not disturb sign on the door.”
    As Cassandra followed him out, she’d started to close the door but reached inside to for the courtesy sign and slipped it into the lock.
    “Do you have an arrest record?” Nick asked as they walked down the walkway to the stairs and parking lot below.
    “No,” Cassandra said.
    “Have you given blood?”
    “Once a month,” she said.
    Nick sighed. “Of course you have. Well, prints are more