"What's the job this time?" He asked, his eyes glinting with interest.
He leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper, "Is it another murder attempt?"
Betty didn't like the term 'murder', but it was the only step she could take.
"No. It's just making someone disappear," Betty muttered, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
A twisted grin spread across his face as he leaned back.
"Should we discuss that here?Out in the open," He asked, glancing around the place. "I doubt you want an audience for this," He said, fixing his eyes on the cafeteria's owner who was behind the counter, staring.
Smirking, Betty replied,"No, let's have a little walk,"
The man nodded and opened the door.
"Ladies first!" His voice chimed, attempting to take a chivalrous tone.
Betty wasn't
