Sitting tall, she arched her back, and shot him a provocative smile. He wasn’t interested in her tits, but he glanced down in search of the mole Eckert had pointed out. When he spotted it, he smiled.We’re one step closer.
“I’m having night cap.” Rava reached up to re-pin her hair, revealing more of her already visible breasts. He didn’t give her the satisfaction of ogling them. “Join me.”
“I can do that,” he replied.
The bartender delivered her drink and Sin ordered a club soda.
“Nothing stronger for you?” Rava asked.
“No.”
She tossed back the shot glass, then scanned his face. “I’m Rava. What’s your name?”
He leaned close. “I’m the devil.”
She smirked. “Come for my soul?”
“You don’t have one,” he murmured. “I’m here to make you a proposition.”
Her smile dropped and her eyes narrowed. “Get lost. I’m not hooker.”
The bartender delivered his club soda.
“Relax, Rava. Sex with you is the last thing I want.”
She grunted. “What? What is it you want?”
“Your taped confession that you blackmailed Birdie Caraway to obtain government secrets.”
“I don’t know what you talk about.” Though her voice remained steady, he caught the flash of fear in her eyes.
He pulled out his phone, started the sex video and let it run for several seconds before pausing it. “That’s you having sex with him.”
“You are crazy. She has dark hair. I’m light.”
“She has a mole on her breast, right where yours is.”
Rava covered her chest with her hand. “So what if it is me? There’s no crime in having little fun.”
“But itisa crime to blackmail him for classified information.” He drank down half the glass of water. “I’m giving you one chance to agree to a full confession.”
“Why should I?”
“To help yourself.”
“How? He’s in trouble,” Rava said, crossing her legs.
“You confess your sins and I’ll see to it that you’re taken somewhere safe where your comrades can’t get to you. You’ll live a life of leisure. If you don’t, you’ll spend your last hour on this planet with the devil, begging for a second chance you won’t get.” He finished the water. “What’s it gonna be?”
She glanced at her purse, sitting on the bar.
After snatching her bag, Sin pulled out his Glock and pointed it at her gut. “Make a decision. You have three seconds.”
“Is this fucking game to you?”
He growled. “Everything is a game, but this is one you can’t win.”
She glared at him, her beady eyes filled with anger. “I’ll do it.”
