Page 52 of Knife For Hire

Holy shit, had I stumbled on a mass murderer?

Any special requests?

-B.L.T.

It takes a bit longer for her to respond.

Just in case, a ceramic pot for leftovers so they can heat it up after I leave.

-Cinnamon

Ice enters my blood at her request. My mind spins at what she means. I don’t want to ask too many questions.

Does she want explosives in the pot? What if there are other casualties? We will have to time this when the two men are away…but then they’ll know the families are being targeted.

I will get that for you. I think it would be best to meet at a different location to retrieve. I will send details once we are ready.

-B.L.T.

This time, I exit my computer and leave my office, stepping over the clumps of sand. My attention goes to the elevator just outside. A floor down and I would find Orzo—if he’s home.

Part of me wants to go to him, tell him my new plan, but I turn to my bedroom instead.

First I sleep, and then I set up a few more murders.

I Want a Pizza You

Cinnamon

The ride back to my car had been uneventful, and it was only once I was secured in my room, laid back on my bed at Sherry’s, that I checked my laptop.

Why does everyone want to use Bitcoin now? Is this the future?

But at least he’s letting me feed two people this time, maybe I can lower the portion size and actually do it correctly.

Heaving out an exhausted sigh, I watch the fan spin above me. Round and round.