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A FEW minutes later, she found herself outside Suro’s stand-alone suite, knocking on a door painted with a Navajo symbol. It felt like knocking on the door to her own death and her heart beat in her throat when Suro answered. He looked her up and down before opening the door wider so she could enter.
More than twelve years of running, and it had all come down to this, she thought. How will he kill me? she wondered. He didn’t have a gun in his hand. Would he strangle her, or smother her, slit her throat, or force her to drink poison?
Strange, she would have never guessed he was a hitman when they were together, but now it made total sense.
She heard the door click behind her and she gathered up her bravery, before turning around to face him. “Before you kill me, I have a few things I
