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Her back rested against the headboard.
"This for your wife?"
"No. Too chancy. I'm hiring a professional."
"How about me?"
He smirked. "Cute. But who'd be dumb enough to hire a lady hit man?"
Whe wet her lips, sighting along the barrel.
"Your wife."
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