I hated paying bribes. You had to be subtle and a sweet talker, neither of which came naturally to me. Probably why I was paying three times more for a human life than the next person. And now I had raised the guard’s suspicion. “This is a lot of money.” He eyed me, thumbing through the large wad of bills I’d passed him and I could tell he was thinking of upping the price. “For half this amount you could pay to have someone kill her.”
He could probably give me a referral to the best of Brazil’s death squads--if he wasn’t on one himself.
“I don’t want her dead . . . ” I held his gaze. “ . . . right away.”
His lip curled back into a smile. Now we were getting somewhere. “Wait here.” He disappeared through the only door in the cramped room.
He returned with Isabel and a blond stranger. "A bonus," he said, shoving the blond toward me. "Now go."
We didn't have to be told twice. Safely in the car, I locked the doors and gunned the engine. I drove to a deserted spot. There was going to be hell to pay, and I didn't even know the blond's name yet. We needed to get our story straight.
"We just wanted to have some fun," Isabel told me. The blond nodded.
"Fun?!" I said. "The nuns are frantic. Cut class once more, young lady, and you won't graduate fourth grade!"
Continuation: Kate Thornton