Chapter Forty-Two
In Michigan, it was hot at two in the afternoon as the stolen key slid into the back door for the second time in two days. The knob turned, and the assassin let herself back in.
The last time she’d been here was to gather ideas. Her instructions were clear; the terminations weren’t supposed to be messy. It was okay if the authorities determined the deaths to be homicides, but nothing crude like a shooting. This was fine with Tasha. She much preferred to operate like this. Tasha had searched the kitchen and medicine cabinets on the previous trip, not thrilled with anything she’d discovered. Then she’d entered the bedroom and saw something that got her attention. Both of her targets slept using CPAP machines. Sitting on the bed, she’d played with the settings, then opened
