The Highwayman
Acharity show wasn't the strangest event Max had ever crashed. He'd been everywhere, seen everything. It took a lot to impress, disturb or even surprise him. A man who had lived over two centuries didn't miss much.
There were days he wished to miss more.
A twenty-story skyscraper jutted up from downtown Minneapolis, three blocks from the bustling City Center mall. The blue-windowed steel spire was nestled between a white stucco building and a multilevel parking ramp.
This was where he'd followed the limo that had picked up the familiar. He spied only a flash of green dress as she stepped out from the limo's backseat and took the hand of a beefy bouncer to be led inside.
Green. Max loved when women adorned themselves with green. It reminded him of wild French meadows and freedom. Few could wear the color as well as this woman.
And if she wore spike heels and had bright, sexy eyes, then he was a goner.
Rare was the woman who could truly leave Maximilien Fitzroy speechless.
This one wouldn't have a chance to render him silent. He wasn't here to socialize. He had found the familiar. Now he would convince her to do a job for him.
And then he'd kill her.
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