Heart of a Killer (Ashenheart #1)

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I read the file once and then wipe it from digital existence by deleting it myself and then texting Adrian to make sure it’s gone for good. I don’t know how men do this job without a memory like mine. Do they walk around with incriminating information on them, just risking it? Fuck all that.

I leave the warehouse on the back of my Harley and go home to change. I can’t exactly walk in the Venetian wearing greasy jeans and a stained T-shirt. I fucking hate suits, but the occasion calls for it. At least now I own a tie that reminds me of Lindy.

On the ride home, I consider swiping him from the casino floor but his hotel room is the better option. There shouldn’t be any security cameras in his room, not ones the feds will have access to right away anyway.