“The original deal,” she continued, pouring herself a glass of the owner’s Macallan 30, “was for you to steal this painting and deliver it to a dead drop. But I had a secondary objective. A test.”
Chris kept his smile easy. “If you’re here to arrest me, you forgot your badge.” chris diamond miss lexa
“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.” “The original deal,” she continued, pouring herself a
The doors shut.
“And if I say no?”