"You're very pretty. I'm assuming that's part of the reason they didn't just off you as soon as your job was done, and why you were still called on to do little favors for them from time to time after the incident. Love your hair, actually. I was thinking of cutting mine short, too."
Eden was pointing the Glock up at the ceiling for now, but seated directly opposite the other woman in her own armchair, it wouldn't take much to lower the muzzle and aim it squarely at her torso. Or forehead, actually. Much lower risk of accidentally administering a nonlethal injury.
"So. Tell me when and how the Salini first reached out to you," she said as the silence continued. "Quickly, now."
The woman pressed her lips together and observed her for a moment before replying. "They'll kill me
