“Please—don’t kill me!” The hitman knew he was no match for Lindsay. Desperate to cling to life, he dropped to his knees and begged for mercy.
“I’ve got a family,” he pleaded, voice shaking. “A sick wife in the hospital, a kid at home, and I’m the only one providing for them. I swear, I’m just trying to survive. Please, let me go.”
Lindsay arched an eyebrow, a mocking smile tugging at her lips. “Funny. You weren’t nearly this humble a minute ago. In fact, you seemed pretty eager to pull the trigger.”
The hitman bowed his head, practically groveling. “I’ll give you everything I was paid—just let me walk away. That’s all I’m asking.”
She considered, her tone icy as she looked down at him. “Letting you go isn’t out of the question. But first, you’re going to tell me: who hired you to kill me?” Her voice turned colder. “Don’t test my patience. You said it yourself—if I killed you right here, no one would ever know. I wouldn’t even have to worry about the law.”
He shook his head violently. “No, please, I’ll tell you everything! The person who hired me was a woman. She paid in cash.”
A woman?
Could it be Althea?
Lindsay narrowed her eyes. “What did she look like?”
“I don’t know. I never saw her face.”
She frowned. “Didn’t you say she paid you in cash? Are you playing games with me?”
He rushed to explain, “She did pay in cash, but she always left it at a specific drop spot. We only ever communicated online.”
“Show me your messages.”
“They’re gone. I deleted everything. I’m not stupid enough to keep evidence lying around.”
“Then how did she find you in the first place?”

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