The Fixer by Jon F. Merz

Author:Jon F. Merz [Merz, Jon F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780786015009
Publisher: Kensington Pub.
Published: 2002-05-01T06:07:05+00:00

In the crapshoot of life, I seemed to have gotten some loaded dice.

I banked left and continued farther down Massachusetts Avenue, past the Out of Town Newsstand and then circled around and down JFK Street. At the end I swung around and into the Charles Hotel's garage, finding a spot on the second level down.

I took the stairs to the courtyard, walked into the lobby and into the bar, checking to see if anyone followed me in.

No one did.

I used the phone at the concierge station to ring Talya's room. She answered on the first ring.

"It's me."

"You want to come up?"

That was a loaded question. I'd found myself thinking back to the hotel room when she'd leveled the gun on me while standing there completely nude. She had a terrific body. Sculpted but wonderfully curved. She hadn't succumbed to the ridiculous notion that being beautiful meant you had to weigh less than the lettuce leaf most models ate for breakfast. She had some extra meat on her around the hips and thighs, sturdy muscle that made her more voluptuous.

So yeah, I wanted to go up to her room. And yeah, I wanted to ravage the hell out of her. Maybe even have some juice. Just a little. Strangely enough, I think I wanted the sex more.

That's why I said no.

She sounded disappointed. "I'll be right down."

I went back into the bar, ordered some orange juice, and sat down to wait. She slipped into the bar a few minutes later, wearing her trademark out-

fit of a turtleneck and stretch pants. If all women knew how to dress like Talya, my world would be a happier place. Just seeing her in a turtleneck really carbonated my hormones. And then, of course, I thought of her in the turtleneck and just a pair of string-bikini panties.

I took a long sip of orange juice.

She looked at me funny. "You OK?"

"Fine," I said, setting my juice back down on the glass tabletop. I watched a little condensation bleed through the paper napkin and soak onto the glass. "Sleep well?"

"Could have been better." She shrugged. "But someone didn't want to turn down my sheets."

It wasn't that I didn't want to. I just wouldn't. But instead of making a snappy comeback, I simply nodded.

She frowned. "Any news today?"

Plenty. But I couldn't tell her any of it. "Not really."

She leaned back in her seat. "You know, there's something that's been bothering me about this whole hunting thing."

"Yeah?"

She nodded. "Yeah. You never explained exactly why it is that you're hunting him."

"Just a job."

"I've heard that line before, Lawson. Usually, it means about as much as nothing."

I smiled. "Well, it really is my job."

"Really. And what made him one of your targets?"

"You know the kind of killer he is. I told you the last time he came to town he left a trail of•'

bodies behind. My employers do not wish a repeat of the past."

"So who are your employers?"

I finished my juice and wished I had another. "A group that calls themselves the Council.

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