Chapter Eight
“Pleasure’s a sin, and sometimes sin’s a pleasure.”
- Lord Byron
Sabrina
“You did what?” Sabrina asked Daviel angrily.
“Sent a private investigator inside. He hasn’t reported back,” replied Archer’s assistant, somewhat shamefaced.
“Damn. He’s been captured, probably tortured by now. I’m sure he’s confessed everything. You know what Machiavelli said about mercenaries. When they’re just in it for the money, they can’t be trusted.”
Daviel’s expression grew stubborn. “But right now I’m not sure who can be trusted.”
Sabrina smiled ruefully. “You’re talking about me, of course. But you’re the one who brought me into this in the first place. And, you have to remember, I’m very exposed right now. Legal liability for purchasing a criminal under false pretenses so he can escape
