“Oh now, now. That’s no way for a lady to talk.”
The door opened quietly, and Jayce peered around it. Then he snuck in and closed the door silently. She would have waved him away, but they were still on Skype and she could be seen. She couldn’t see the caller, however. They must still have tape over the camera lens.
“Who are you looking at?” Donkey Pizzle demanded.
“No one,” she said. “I was just staring at the window.”
“Show me.”
Jayce moved with supernatural speed to hide behind the couch.
Kristine flipped the phone around and scanned the side of the room where Jayce had been. “See?”
Donkey Pizzle’s hesitation frayed her nerves even further, if that were possible.
At last he said, “All right. I’m going to hang up, but before I do, I have one more detail about the job you’regoing to dotonight.”
She gulped.
“You need to fly up to the top floor at the back of that building. That’s where the fire should start. See? No one but the target gets hurt.”
“How do you know he won’t wake up and run out of the building when the smoke alarms go off?”
Eerie laughter followed her question. Then he said, “Oh, don’t worry. He won’t wake up.”
The call disconnected. “Shit!” Kristine threw her phone toward the back of the living room. As it whizzed by, Jayce popped up and caught it.
