“Really? You got that good of a look at him? I’m surprised, I don’t even remember seeing him.”
Eden raised her fist under her chin as if in earnest contemplation of the mysterious hitman Marco was in the middle of describing. “Do you remember what he looked like? Anything helps.”
“Uh - no, just...tall, maybe. The way he was bending over to look through. Think he was wearing one of those big army jackets without the sleeves. You know. The one with lots of pockets, they look like fisherman’s -”
“Tactical vests?”
His ruddy face brightened like a blooming flower. “Yeah! One of those.”
She should pity him. It wasn’t his fault that he’d been born with half the brain cells necessary to function as an intelligent human being. The upside was that she had confirmation he had no idea what Zero l
