Death Angel
A Novel
Chapter One
New York City
"You did an excellent job," Rafael Salinas purred to the assassin, who stood on
the other side of the room, near the door. Either the man didn't like getting
too close to other human beings, or he didn't trust Salinas and was giving
himself an avenue of escape if the meeting turned sour-in which case he was
smart. People who were wary of Salinas tended to live longer than those who
trusted him. Drea Rousseau, curled close to Salinas's side, didn't care what the
assassin's reasoning was, so long as it kept him at a distance.
He gave her the creeps, the way he never seemed to blink. She had seen him once
before, and at that meeting he'd made it obvious he disliked her presence. He'd
leveled his flat, unblinking gaze on her for so long that she'd begun wondering
if he made it a practice to eliminate people who could identify him-other than
the people who paid him, of course, and maybe even them after the money was
safely in his hand, or his account, or however assassins collected their fees.
She had no idea what his name was, didn't want to know, becaus ... read full excerpt from Death Angel ebook
