Cleo
“Hello?” I said into the phone after receiving a restricted call.
“The deuce has been dropped in the toilet,” a soft voice hissed into my ear through the phone.
“The what?” I said. “Katya?”
“Ugh! Don’t use my name!” she groaned. “I dropped off the envelope and told him what you wanted me to.”
“Awesome,” I said with a smile. “Did they pay you for it?”
“No,” she said darkly. “He tried to kill me, but thankfully your sister interrupted, and I was able to shift and buzz the hell out of there. Should’ve changed into a bee and stung the bastard, but I didn’t think of it till later.”
“I’m so sorry Katya,” I said.
“Don’t be,” she said cheerily. “Thanks to you I won’t ever have to do another job again. I’m out of the game Queen Cleovanna. But if you ever need
