Evans slid a file across the desk. “Your assignment.”
Sylvia didn’t move, arching a brow at him. “A mission the day after your parents' visit?”
“Is that a problem?” Evans asked with a serious gaze.
"Not really," she smiled, finally picking up the file. Flipping it open, her eyes scanned over photos, documents, and profiles. “Alonzo Carver,” she read aloud. “One of your rivals?”
Evans leaned back, fingers steepled. “One of the more dangerous ones.”
Sylvia’s grip tightened on the folder. “And you want me to what—steal from him? Dig up dirt? Or just put a bullet between his eyes?”
From what she was reading, getting close to Carver wouldn't be easy. He was notoriously paranoid and just as ruthless to those who crossed him.
Evans smirked. “You tell me, Sylvia. What do you think is the mo
