Portrait of a Killer (In the Spotlight #2)

Sevastyan

The boy is twitching like an eel pulled out of water, but he’s no match for my strength. I might no longer be in the business, but until all my enemies lie dead, my body needs to remain an efficient killing machine.

As far as assassins go, this boy is a particularly poor specimen. Thin, with small hands meant for playing music rather than smashing faces and pulling triggers. Whoever sent him after me wanted him dead, but his problems are not mine.

I enter the torture room by pulling a lever hidden inside a vase of artificial flowers. While the would-be assassin is hanging off my shoulder and witnessed how I made the wall retreat, it’s not as if he will be leaving my home to tell the tale.