HE HAD WANTED to take her with him, but now he would have to kill her.
There were too many people around and they were too close. And they were all translators – they could call for help in over twenty languages.
Connell Steele, who was not without a sense of humour, grinned to himself. Although the concept of evil was one in which he didn’t believe, he recognised that others would think it a wicked act to kill someone so obviously undeserving.
But at this point in his career he didn’t care. His experience had taught him that everyone had an agenda and it was not his job to understand this woman’s. He was being paid a fee and, most of the time, he told himself that that was all the moral indemnity he required.
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