I kill people. It could be anyone on the shit list, and currently you’re top of that list, and I don’t fucking know why.
“I acquire and deal with tricky details for … people. It requires a lot of travel.”
“Like an auctioneer?”
“Yes, kind of like that, only once dealt with, nothing goes up for sale.”
“Like a bounty hunter,” she said.
He chuckled. “Kind of.”
“Sounds like a lot of fun. You travel?”
“A lot.”
“Where to?”
“Most places.”
Callie reached out, gripping his arm. “Italy?”
“Yes.”
“Spain?”
“Yes.”
“France?”
“Yes.”
“England?”
“Yes, and many more places.”
“That is incredible.”
“You haven’t traveled?” he asked.
“Nah, not really. My parents used to live in a small town when I was a kid, but that was so long ago, I can’t even remember it … but they had pictures and stuff. I think my dad lost his job, and they had no choice but to move where the jobs were, and that’s why we came to the city. I pretty much grew up here and I’ve never left.”
“Do you ever want to goback to the small town?” he asked.
Why areyou getting to know her?
You’re going to kill her.She is nothing but a job.
Callie hadn’t even noticed that he’d led her further away from any crowds. There was no coffee venue close by, but there were abandoned buildings. This was the seedy part of the city. Each place had one, where the darkness and harsh reality of life hadn’t been kind to them.
He was weaponed up.A gun nestled against his back, a knife strapped to his ankle. He never left his place without tooling up. Callie was open. It would be so easy to take her out.
“No, I don’t,” Callie said. “I mean, sometimes I think about traveling. I’ve been able to get steady work, but I was fired from my last job, which sucked, and the analytical one took me two days to get. I’m advance paid on my rent, and of course I like the Sunday knitting group. It’s a lot of fun.”
“Why do you sit on the bench?” he asked, stopping.
Callie walked one more step before realizing thathe’d stopped. She quickly moved back toward him.
“I’m sorry, what?”