Chapter 12

“What about close up work?” Reynolds asked her.

“We’re holding off on knives for the time being. Same thing with ice picks.”

“And poisons?” I asked. I researched about some of them for Mick, for a couple of jobs he’d done. The what, and then figuring out how to administer them, so to speak.

Angel grinned wickedly. “There’s times when a hollow-point filled with poison comes in handy as a double insurance that the target dies.”

“May I ask something? Mick wouldn’t tell me. He said it was better if I didn’t know.”

“Go ahead,” Reynolds said.

“How does someone who needs your help find out about you? Well, I’m not sure help is the right word, but you get what I’m saying.”