It wasn’t every day that a beautiful woman broke into your room and held you at gunpoint.
Kirk trained his eyes and gun on the woman sitting on the rattan chair, and she did the same to him. A long, uncomfortable silence passed before the woman spoke.
“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?” she asked.
“I thought maybe you were going to ask me what I wanted on my tombstone,” Kirk said.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that,” she said, rising. She cradled the skull against her hip like a football.
“You’re the one who laid the wards around the hotel,” Kirk said.
The woman took a step to the side, keeping Kirk in her sights. “Very observant. I couldn’t believe what that guy had in his suitcase. I mean, holy cow.”
Kirk narrowed his eyes at her.
“Whoever hired you will definitely want
