Yin-Yang
EVE GLARED across the table at the animal she abhorred.
“I’m all in,” Eve said factually. “All in for the plan and, more importantly, all in for us.” Eve faked another warm smile and wondered how many other women in the fanciful restaurant were doing the same that evening. Eve ventured that none of them were seated across from a murderer and were wagering with their own lives. Eve continued before Sam could open his dreadful mouth and verbalize his apparent relief. “And to show you I’m not just using talk, I’ve hired a private investigator to help us find the buyer and what they do with it.” She grabbed her glass and tactfully held it as a prop. “He’ll ultimately be expendable and maybe the buyer will too. And I want to do it this time. Can’t let you have all the fun.” Eve gestu
