CHAPTER 25
Once Longinus had changed into his black silks, night had fully settled. He went to the cupboard, but Rory had stopped making a racket. He guessed she had gone to sleep.
Good.
He checked the little trap that he had spent the last hour or so preparing. It would fit into the niche where clients normally left him commissions, and if the copycat assassin was stealing his jobs… Well, he would soon find out what it meant to cross the Viper.
Longinus slipped the contraption in his pocket, careful not to knock it against anything. It was designed to burn the hands and arms of anyone who set it off and cover them with blotches of bright purple murex dye, thus making the culprit easier to identify.
He headed out, pleased to finally be alone with his thoughts. He hadn’t been able to w
