PAULINE
I picked up the phone.
"What do you want now, Aldric?"
"I like this game you want to play." His voice came through smooth and entirely too comfortable. "But am I really the one you want to play this with? You know how low I will go."
I pressed two fingers to my temple and stared at the pale ribbon of gravel paths beyond the window glass.
"I wish I knew what your psycho ass was talking about."
There was a terse pause at first. Then he broke it.
"I got the card your failure of an assassin conveniently left at the accident scene."
My hand stilled against my temple.
"Did you intend that I be found out?" he continued. "I'm sure you know how that would have ended regardless."
"That wasn't me." The words came out flat because they were true, and the truth had always come easier to me when I was angry. "That wasn't me at all."
"I really do not believe you."
