Ashlynn
“I know you,” Lyla said, her green eyes piercing into my brown ones.
“Um, I don’t think so, we’ve never met before.”
“No, I don’t think we’ve met, but I’ve seen you before. Hold on, give me a second.”
I was about to open my mouth and say perhaps on t.v. when she snapped her fingers.
“Your file came across my desk once. Ashlynn Newsome, 5’7, 185 lbs. Long auburn hair, brown eyes. Housewife. Likes baking, cooking and crafting. Wanted dead by Harry Kilmore. It was supposed to look like an accident. You got lucky that Kilmore hired my assassins to kill you. We don’t kill the innocent. We looked into you and couldn’t find a reason to kill you, so we buried the file. I put out the word if anyone touched you, they would personally deal with me. This was four years ago.”
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