Vee realized what Sotza meant by 'dress to kill' when he handed her a small revolver tucked neatly into a small leather holster. It took her a few seconds to realize the strap was clearly meant to fit around a thigh. Fancy. She wished she'd gotten one for herself ages ago. Weapons that were easily concealed in women's outfits weren't easy to come by.

She raised an eyebrow as she accepted the weapon, pulled it from the holster and checked the chamber. Fully loaded. What the ...