“Nope. It needs to be you little one. Now get your arse here so I can brief you.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me. No way in hell Andrews. Nope. Not for a million pounds am I doing this!” I push my chair back from the desk and stand, giving Andrews my biggest stink eye.
A big shit-eating grin appears on his face, turning his usual pensive, serious face handsome. He runs a hand through his pepper-white hair, styled in his usual short cut. His blue eyes sparkle full of intelligence.
Straight nose, chiselled jaw that has a short stubble of hair, sparkling eyes, athletic, deadly and downright deprived. This man is the closest thing I have to a father.
His eyes assess me, eyes full of many secrets, including mine. Eyes that I don’t want to look at me like he does.
Full of pride, full of compassion, full of respect, but full of those secrets that are mine which he holds over me, that also need to stay buried.
I shake my head, having to suppress my snort of disbelief as I mentally return to what he just said.
What a preposterous idea.
I’m not baby-sitting some douchebag politician.
I kill the douchebags. Not babysit them.
This is bringing him such amusement, and I want to cut that fucking smile off his face.
I lean down and grab my bag, throwing it over my shoulder before walking the five steps to the glass window and door that separates Andrews’ office from the rest of the floor.
“I’m going for my bubble bath. Call me when you have a proper job.” I go to reach the handle when he pipes up.
“What about for five million pounds?”
I stop dead in my tracks.
“I’m listening,” I mumble, teeth gritted.
“Three months.”
“And…”
“And nothing. Just keep him alive for three months.”
“Why does he need keeping alive?”
“He has something that is of interest to multiple parties. Including Number 10. This is big Kara.”
“If this is big, let the National Crime Agency deal with it. Stick him in protected custody if Number 10 is involved. Why come to us?”
“I said they were interested, not involved. Come on Kara. Whatever this guy has, it’s got some powerful people worried. It’s gothimworried. So much so, he’s willing to hire us.”
“And how did he know about us?”
“That’s for you to find out. I need my best person on this, which, little one, is you. With his profile, he can’t go into hiding. He has to continue as normal. Which is where you come in.”
“How so?” I ask as I drop my bag and take back my seat opposite his huge desk again.
“Now I want you to listen carefully. Five million pounds and think with your head, not your heart. If you have one that is.”
I cock my head to the side and raise a middle finger, scratching my eyebrow.
Andrews grins.
“Who’s the target Andrews?”
