Page 70 of Samson

“I have a lot of enemies. It wouldn’t surprise me if the wrong person overheard.” Samson leaned his elbows on the table. “But is that the truth?”

She nodded, hating herself for lying.

“So you don’t loathe me enough to have me killed?”

“I doubt they were trying to kill you.”

“You weren’t there.”

“No, but you’re here now, and you don’t look injured at all.”

He pulled off his jacket and lifted his sleeve to show the bandage on his arm. The blood had soaked through a little.

“You got cut?”

“I was lucky. Whoever was behind it certainly wasn’t worried about my wellbeing.”

“Yeah, but are you sure they were trying to kill you?”

Samson chuckled. “I know this isn’t your world, but it is mine, and I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that they wouldn’t have had any qualms about slicing me to pieces.”

“But you said you were bad with knives. How’d you survive if they wanted you dead?”

“I may not be great with a sword, but I’m not completely inept. And I have other skills that I was able to use to compensate. Turns out a kimono can come in handy in a pinch.”

She wanted to reach for his hand but didn’t. If things had gone differently, she could have been responsible for a man’s death. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“That’s nice to hear.”

If Marc had mixed Luca up with something this dangerous, she had to find out what it was and warn Luca before it was too late.

“I know you say you have a lot of enemies,” she said. “But do you have any idea who it might have been? Is there something you’re involved in right now?”

“I think it’s connected to my current case, yes.”

“What could be so bad that they’d risk killing you to get you out of the way?”

“This wouldn’t be the first job I’ve done where people wanted my head on a platter.”

“You’re saying this is a normal occurrence?”

“It’s not uncommon.”

“Can I ask what it is you’re working on?”

“We believe there is a group stockpiling weapons.”

“We?”

“I have contacts within various government organizations. Mostly it’s a guy named Trevors. Agent Nathan Trevors. You saw him the other night.”

“There have been a lot of nights.”

“This one you’d remember. It’s when I asked you to come home with me after you asked me how I was.”

“Your contact was the one who upset you?”

“He didn’t upset me. It was the information he brought. It had a connection to a past case.”

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