CHAPTER TWENTY
After a smooth flight they returned to L.A. Bittersweet memories assailed Lauren as Pam drove along a familiar freeway. Passing the hospital where Kathy had worked brought recollections of her soft- hearted roommate. Lauren swallowed the lump that rose in her throat and shifted her gaze to the less personal scenery of passing cars. Near midnight, they stopped for the night to sleep in separate rooms in a small, non-descript motel.
In the morning, Lauren met Pam for breakfast at the motel café. The service was swift and it wasn’t long before they were on the road to Colorado.
“You like killing, huh?” Pam asked, as they drove east.
Lauren nodded. “Yeah. It’s satisfying.”
“An assassin doesn’t kill for pleasure. It’s business, pure and simple. You get an assignment and you
