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“Skilled not lucky.”
“Lucky I’m with you.”
“I have plenty of tricks.” She pulled a syringe out of her purse. “Truth serum.”
“Okay, smart ass. Time to get answers.” Nik entered the living room, picked up a chair and planted it in front of their prisoner. “What is your name?”
He closed his eyes as if fighting Nik’s mind control. “Freddie Novone.”
“Were you sent to kill Emma York?”
“Yes.”
Emma leaned in. “Why?”
“I don’t ask, lady. Not when the contract pays a million dollars.”
Nik frowned. She must have really pissed off somebody. “That’s a lot of money to kill you.”
Emma gave Nik a sardonic look and then turned back to the hit man. “Who hired you?”
“He never said his name.”
“Who do you normally work for?” asked Nik.
“I do freelance work. I’m hired by many clients, from local mobs to the Mexican cartel. I don’t ask who, I just make sure it’s not the cops.”
“Describe the man who paid you to kill me.”
“He spoke like him, heavy Russian accent. Although may not specifically be Russian. Somewhere from Eastern Europe.”
Emma shot Nik a look then returned her attention to Freddie. “Okay, so what did he look like?”
“Heavy and six foot, but young maybe thirty-years old. Buzz cut. Like I said, he spoke with a Russian accent.”
“Or Eastern European,” Nik said.
Emma took out a picture and placed it in front of his face. “Do you know this man?”
Nik narrowed his eyes. “Answer the question.”
“No. I’ve never see him.”
She then took out a picture of the man who had attempted to murder the king’s wife and daughter.
The assassin shook his head. The smell of his sweat permeated the entire room. “No. Never seen him.”
Nik furrowed his brow. “Sleep.”
The man’s head slumped forward.
“Emma, whoever hired your assassin might have been a middle man.”
“A middle man from your neck of the woods.” She threw him a guarded look. “No offense, but the Cold War is still on going.”
“Especially now, this room is very cold.” He raised his brow. “Perhaps, they are not after you because you are Mr. H.’s daughter and new lycan spy, but because you are a CIA agent.” He sighed. “If Russian intelligence wants you dead, I will find out.”
She shook her head. “It’s too much of a coincidence that Project Sabertooth knew I would be at the horse show, under my alias.”
