The opened cupboard revealed several liter bottles of rum, vodka, gin and scotch. Taking down a bottle of vodka he returned to his seat. “What exactly does Nick pay you to do? Besides make him look good.”
“Whatever was necessary,” Cam answered, accepting the glass of water that Jack handed her and taking a sip. “Bookkeeping, inventory inspection, body-guarding.”
“Assassinations?” Bradford threw in.
“I’ve never killed on purpose, premeditated,” Cam countered. “Even with Steve, I would have waited until he made me mad enough.”
“And what would make you mad enough to kill someone?”
Cam could tell he was testing her. “The time and the place would have to be right. And the reason,” she replied. “Oh, yes, and the money.”
“You’re a dangerous woman, Cameron Andrews. A very dangerous woman. I
