“Deadly so,” I reassure her.
“What’s in it for you? Aside from the money aspect?”
She’s sharp. Sharper than I gave her credit for.
“I believe in trust,” I say carefully, studying her body language. “If you agree to this, I expect you to trust me, and that means with your identity as well.”
She shakes her head. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
“Why not?” I ask calmly. “If we’re investing money in you, then don’t we have a right to know who is working for us?”
She shrugs. “Sure, if revealing my identity wouldn’t put me in danger. But it will. And no amount of money is worth that.”
“Before you make a decision,” I say quickly, “take a few days to think it over. And if you are interested, this is where you can find me. Just ask for Alex Stone.”
I take out my business card and hand it t
