The Killing Dance - Laurell K. Hamilton [21]
“Help yourself.”
I picked it up, and it was Edward. “What happened?” he asked.
I told him.
“Somebody wants you dead quick.”
“Yeah. When you said no, they went out and bought some cheap local talent.”
“You get what you pay for,” Edward said.
“If there’d been two of them, Edward, I wouldn’t be here.”
“You aren’t going to like my news.”
“How much worse could it get?” I asked.
“I answered a message just before yours. They upped the offer to five hundred thousand dollars, if you were dead within twenty-four hours.”
“Sweet Jesus, Edward, I’m not worth that kind of money.”
“They knew you blew away their hitter, Anita. They knew the hit had failed.”
“How?” I asked.
“I don’t know yet. I’m trying to find out who’s putting up the money, but it’ll take a little time. The safeguards that keep me out of it protect the client, too.”
I was shaking my head back and forth. “Why twenty-four hours for the hit?”
“Something’s happening that they want you out of the way for, something big.”
“But what?”
“You know what it is, Anita. You may not be aware that you know, but you do. Something worth this kind of money that you could put a stop to. There can’t be that many choices.”
“I can’t think of a single thing, Edward.”
“Think harder,” he said. “I’ll be there as early as I can tomorrow. Watch your back. Don’t drive your car.”
“Why not?”
“Bombs,” he said.
“Bombs,” I repeated.
“For half a million dollars, Anita, they’ll get someone good. A lot of professionals will do you from a nice, safe distance. A bomb, a high-powered rifle.”
“You’re scaring me,” I said.
“Good, maybe you’ll be careful.”
“I’m always careful, Edward.”
“I apologize. You’re right, but be more careful. I didn’t expect them to try a local hit.”
“You’re worried,” I said.
He was quiet for a second. “We can keep taking out the hitters, but eventually we’ve got to get to the man with the money. As long as the contract’s out there, somebody’ll keep taking it.”
“It’s just too much damn money to pass up,” I said.
“A lot of professionals won’t take a hit with a time limit on it,” he said. “Some of the best are out of the running because of the deadline. I won’t take a hit with special circumstances.”
“I hear a ‘but’ coming up,” I said.
He laughed, quietly. “For half a million dollars, people will break their rules.”
“Not comforting,” I said.
“Not meant to be,” he said. “I’ll be at Richard’s tomorrow early.”
“Do you know where it is?”
“I could find it, but let’s not play games. Give me directions.”
I did. “I would tell you to stay indoors, but you’ve been dating Richard for months. A good hitter will be able to find you. I don’t know if you’re safer inside or on the move.”
“I’ll pack extra firepower and be more paranoid than usual.”
“Good. See you tomorrow.” He hung up, and I was left holding the buzzing phone.
Richard was staring at me. “Did I hear you say twenty-four hours for the hit?”
I hung up the phone. “I’m afraid so.” I hit the message button on his machine out of habit. It whirred as it rewound.
“Why, for God’s sake?” Richard asked.
“I wish I knew.”
“You mentioned money twice. How much?”
I told him.
He sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, looking shocked. Couldn’t blame him. “Anita, don’t take this wrong. To me you’re worth any amount of money, but why would somebody pay half a million dollars to kill you?”
For someone who knew nothing about assassins, he’d grasped the big question quite nicely. I walked over to him. I ran my fingertips through his hair. “Edward says I must already know what the big event is, that I wouldn’t be worth this kind of money, with this kind of deadline, unless I was already intimate with the situation.”
He looked up at me. “But you don’t know, do you?”
“Not a clue.”
He laid his hands on either side of my waist, pulling me against him, wrapping his arms completely around my waist.
The message machine clicked to life and made us both jump. We laughed nervously, not just from fear. There was a heat to his eyes