You pompous little bitch!” the infuriated Were shouted, red-faced and with his thugs backing him. “What are you doing here?”

Mrs. Sarong pushed past the men who had put themselves in front of her. “Arranging your removal,” she said, her voice sharp and her eyes glaring. Removal? As if he were an overgrown tree clogging the sewer line?

The short businessman seemed to choke on his own breath, becoming choleric. Mouth gaping to look like one of his prize fish, he struggled to respond. “Like hell you are!” he finally managed. “That’s what I wanted to talk to her about!”

From my shoulder came a small, “Holy crap, Rache. How did you become Cincy’s assassin of choice?

Autore: Kim Harrison