Page 82 of Assassin

“Can I ask you something?” Gamble asked, changing the subject.

“Sure.”

Poe assumed it was about the pizza.

He.

Was.

Wrong.

That wasn’t the case.

“Did you mean what you said? If I give you two months, and it doesn’t work, you’ll help me die?”

Poe stared into his bi-colored eyes. They were very distracting and gorgeous.

“I didn’t lie to you.”

Gamble would bide his time.

“Then homemade pizza sounds good.”

In that moment, Poe Seville knew a few things.

This man was going to make him work for it.

And if he had to, he’d call Elizabeth to get a different psychologist to help him.

Because what he was feeling about this man…

It was unsettling.

And a first for him.

* * * H U N T E R – C R O F T * * *

Somewhere

Over The Ocean

En Route To NOLA

As Alexsandr looked at his watch, it was time for him to call in for his meeting with a man who was helping him hold down the fort in New Orleans.

He was the only other contact he had, now that he couldn’t find the German woman.

Well, fuck her.

She’d get hers.

Bet.

On.

It.

All he knew was that in six hours, tonight, he would be landing in New Orleans, and he would be ready to go. His first stop would be the warehouse, so he could get his hands on some weapons, drugs, and money.

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