The word “hitman” hovered at the front of her mind as she opened the file Kade had delivered to her.

The police report was thorough. It would have been convincing if she didn’t know what she knew.

She felt explosive with restlessness. She tried not to count the days she’d been in this apartment, staring at the inside of the curtain. Day after day after day after day.

This was the only place she could put her restlessness, her energy. Her ...