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The phone on the passenger seat chimed, heralding an incoming text. The screen illuminated the interior of the car. The owner of the phone snatched it up to read, and began muttering a long string of curses.
‘Mission fail. Target has escaped with the item. Police car is parked outside target’s residence.’
Fingers tightened around the phone. The muscle for hire had followed Kira from her apartment to a jewelry store. There was no doubt she had learned the brooch in her possession was a fake. How had she even managed to find it in the first place? And how did she keep managing to avoid the snares set for her? First the car crash, and now this.
She has more lives than a cat. If she only knew...
Well, she would find out soon enough, once he got his hands on her.
He wasn’t going to be
