He blinked. That was the first crack. “The client was a shell corporation in the Caymans. Male name. ‘Mr. Smith.’”
“No.” She pressed the duplicate card into his palm, her fingers cold as a scalpel. “I want you to be a partner. If you survive the night, you get forty percent of the auction. That’s seven million dollars. Enough to buy a new identity. Maybe even a conscience.” chris diamond miss lexa
“And if I say no?”
“To see if you could resist opening the frame.” He blinked
Chris didn’t flinch. He’d learned long ago that flinching got you killed. He turned slowly. A woman sat cross-legged in the dark, her silhouette framed by the downtown skyline. She wore a severe black pantsuit, her platinum hair pulled back so tight it looked like it hurt. Her eyes were the color of frozen vodka. Male name
Chris kept his smile easy. “If you’re here to arrest me, you forgot your badge.”