“Did you do it, Nine?”
“Yes. He’s out and has his directions. He’ll do it, no question. I paid him in advance.”
“Outstanding work.” He nodded. Pleased. The plans had come together so nicely. He hadn’t expected Noel to find the woman so quickly, or to dispatch Rene in front of her. But having done so had surely put a wedge between them. AdelineRose couldn’t possibly like being near a killer.
He knew more about her than anyone would think. How sweet and kind she was. How she treasured her school children. Even her bitch of a friend, one who might yet serve him if she played her cards right.
He had a place for a woman with Solene Hansen’s looks and fire. Oh yes.
With a glance at his bedroom, where two women lay dopingup, waiting for him to return and give them what only he could, he picked up a photograph, stared at it, then put it back in his desk drawer.
“I miss you, Angel. With any luck, you’ll come back to me. But make no mistake. I’ll have your heart. One way or the other.”
And he planned to witness his enemies go down. He had a front row seat, after all.
