a man. If Ella didnât know any better, she might have thought this guy was actually a twelve-year-old boy. Strange . . . she had been here once in the past, many years ago, but sheâd never actually seen Mr. Xi.
âUh . . . thank you for agreeing to see me,â Ella murmured, holding her shopping bag protectively in her lap.
âI recognize you,â Mr. Xi stated. His voice was throaty and disturbing, especially coming from someone his size. âI know who you are.â
Ella nodded, fighting to ignore the twinge of fear that shot down her spine. Thisman could be on the phone with Loki in an instantâand there would be nothing she could do to stop him. She figured it was best to just shut up.
âYou would like to employ my services,â he said. It wasnât a question; it was a statement of fact. There was an edge of undeniable authority in his tone. Much like Loki himself.
âYes,â Ella whispered.
Why the hell else would I be here, you
â
âSpeak up, woman!â
âYes,â she repeated, wincing. âI would.â
âMy services will cost you one hundred fifty thousand dollars,â he announced.
Ella knew that this would be the amount. Still, hearing it didnât fill her with joy. With numbed fingers she pulled a shoe box out of her shopping bag. She removed the lid and stared down at the crisp blocks of cashâtaken out from the Bank of Liberia on Tenth Street less than an hour ago. The transfer had been a success. And now . . . well, it seemed such a shame to be spending half of the money she stole so soon after she had stolen it. But she was resolved to do this. She slid the box across the table.
Mr. Xi didnât touch the money. He barely looked at it. Instead he snapped his fingers. One of the bodyguards rushed out to the table and hurriedly counted the bills. Then he nodded toward Mr. Xi and retreated back behind the screen.
âWhose life are you buying?â Mr. Xi demanded.
The directness of the question caught Ella off guard. There really
was
no turning back. They were coconspirators now, talking plainly about a murder.
âHer . . . her name is GaiaâGaia Moore,â Ella stammered.
âWhat is her relationship to you?â
Ella hesitated. âSheâs . . . uh, my foster daughter,â she murmured, looking down at the table. For some reason, saying the words out loud made her feelashamed. But why should they? Gaia Moore had destroyed her life.
âIâll need a picture,â the shadow said.
âOf course.â Ella reached back into the Barneyâs bag and pulled out a manila envelope, then slid it across the table. Mr. Xi stepped forward and removed the snapshot. He stared at it for several uncomfortable moments. Ella shifted in her seat. For a second she even waited for him to gush about how beautiful Gaia lookedâlike every other nauseating person on earth did. But thankfully, he didnât say a word about it.
He tossed the photo back on the table. âHow do you want to end this girlâs life?â he asked.
She shrugged. âI donât care. Just as long as it happens soon. Sheâs a martial arts expert, though. She could be a little hard to get to.â
Mr. Xi laughed. âThat wonât be a problem. But you are certain that this is what you want?â
Ella didnât allow a momentâs hesitation. âYes. Absolutely.â
âYou are certain?â he repeated.
Didnât I just say I wanted to do it?
Ella wondered, scowling. âI want her dead,â she growled. âIs that enough to convince you?â
âThereâs no need for rudeness,â he answered calmly. âI will take your contract. You may go now.â
Ella didnât move. Did he think she was some sort of idiot? She blinked hard in the spotlight. âHow do I know youâre actually going to go through with it?â she asked. âI mean, how do I know that
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