The urge to squeal in delight overwhelmed her, but she somehow kept it to herself.Instead, she chose to focus on the important details.
“For how long?”she asked.
Translation: How many dates would it take to kill Burke?
He squeezed her against him.“Until we see our opening.”
So vague.How very Fink of him.
“How are we going to do it?”she asked, tracing hearts on his chest.
She liked the sound of “we” coming off her tongue.It was natural.They were doing this together.Like they had Mitchell, only this time, this murder was on purpose.She probably should be concerned about the fact that she was excited to murder someone, but they were past that.They were two twisted souls who had found each other.Instead of worrying about things they couldn’t change, she focused on the positives.
As far as she was concerned, she was officially seeing someone in a romantic capacity.
They shared an interest.Plenty of couples didn’t have that.It was a building block in a successful relationship.
“What were you thinking?”he asked as his fingertips trailed up and down her arm.
That was a good question.Not about dating.She wouldn’t admit that.He sought plans on how to commit their murder-for-hire, and she’d had a bazillion ideas for that.Some were more realistic than others.
“It depends,” she said as a bevy of options ran through her mind.“Why do people want him dead?”
“Don’t know.Just have to make an example of him.”Fink sighed contentedly.
Whoever had hired them requested theatrics.They wanted a show.Something grand—creative.Her smile spread wide on her lips.The possibilities were endless.
“Isn’t he a longshoreman?”
He nodded.
“They have cranes and whatnot there, right?”
“They do.”
Devious ideas danced in her head.“Can we fillet him like a fish and hang him from one of the cranes?”
“Interesting.”
“We’d have to subdue him,” she said as the idea took shape in her mind.“For maximum impact.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, he should be alive when we’re cutting out his insides.”Though he would be quite squirmy.Most people didn’t enjoy getting sliced open.She assumed it was an unpleasant experience.
Fink shook as he chuckled beneath her.“Naturally.What’s the point of gutting someone if they aren’t able to feel it?”
“Exactly,” she affirmed with a nod.“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
“More than you know,” he murmured.
24
Fink
Aday-and-a-halfdrivewasn’thorrible.Fink had done worse.However, he’d never done it with company.A mixture of anticipation, worry, and excitement tangled in his gut.Oscillating between them had him confused.The emotions gnarled and knotted, but he pressed on.
He had things to do.Places to be.People to kill.They had a schedule to keep if they were going to get this done in a timely manner.
