Hannah and the Hitman

Chapter 27

27

JACK

Fuck. Turkleman wasn’t in the can. He was by the emergency exit at the end of the hallway on his cell. He gave me a casual glance, but his focus was on his call. He had no idea I was going to kill him. I was only another diner.

Except, I couldn’t do the job in the hallway, not when anyone–man or woman–could appear. There was no choice but to enter one of the unisex bathrooms and wait the expected few minutes before I exited.

When I did, the hall was empty and the other unisex bathroom’s door was slightly open, which meant he was gone.

“Fuck,” I muttered, running a hand over the back of my neck. Time was running out.

I went back to the table where Hannah was talking with the waiter .

“There he is,” she said, giving me her gorgeous, innocent smile. “Do you know what you want?”

Yeah, Turkleman dead and you in my bed.

As I slid into my seat, I asked her, “Did you order yet?”

She nodded. “I picked the salmon.”

The waiter, dressed in black pants and white dress shirt, waited patiently.

“Steak, medium,” I told him.

We handed off our menus and with a slight bow, he was gone.

Flicking my gaze over Hannah’s shoulder again, I got confirmation that Turkleman was back in his seat, their waiter swooping in with their meals on a huge tray nestled on his shoulder.

I couldn’t kill him while he was eating, so I focused on Hannah.