Page 102 of Samson

“For what?”

“I don’t know, to torture him or something?”

“Or maybe you need closure?”

“Never mind. Forget I asked. So does Demir pay well?”

“You want to work for him?”

“If the price is right, why not?”

“No way. Put it out of your mind.”

“Why?

“You couldn’t hack it.”

“Why not?”

“You ever kill anyone?”

“I’ve wanted to.”

“It’s not the same. Trust me. You may be cold in some ways, but you have to have no conscience if you’re going to work with a guy like Demir.”

“Like you?”

He snorted. “Yeah.”

“Then you’re probably right. Do you keep his stuff here too?”

“You sure ask a lot of questions.”

“I’m curious. This is new to me.”

“He has his own place for his stuff.”

“Makes sense. If I were him, I wouldn’t trust anyone else to have it. Is there a bathroom in here?”

“Yeah, back of the room to the left.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right back.”

She hurried toward the door he’d pointed to and whispered, “I’m clear. He’s all yours.”

“Hang on,” Marc hollered as he jogged toward her.

She kept walking. “I’ll be a second.”

“No, you won’t.”

She slowed but was too afraid to stop.

“You’ll need this,” he said, and she turned.

He was holding a key out to her.

“You keep the bathroom locked?”

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