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Elemental Assassin 04 - Tangled Threads

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grinned and pulled me even tighter. “I think I’m up for that.”
    I responded by lowering my lips to his once more.

23
     
    I spent the night with Owen. But this time, I didn’t get up and sneak out of bed early the next morning. Instead, I woke him up for round three before I had to leave to go to the Pork Pit. After that, it was business as usual at the restaurant.
    At least, as much as it could be when I was expecting an assassin to drop by sometime during the day and try to kill me.
    Given the fact that Elektra LaFleur had almost succeeded in doing that very thing two nights ago, I took a few extra precautions. More than the ones that were part of my daily routine, anyway. I might long to kill the other assassin, but I wasn’t going to be stupid about things either. Fletcher had taught me better than that.
    For starters, I had on one of my many silverstone vests, hidden underneath my blue work apron and a bulky black sweater that obscured the lean shape of my body. And Ihad Owen’s oh-so-thoughtful Christmas presents secreted on me as well. A knife tucked up either sleeve, one in the small of my back, and two more stuffed inside my boots.
    Early that morning, before the Pork Pit had opened, I’d walked around the interior of the restaurant twice, slowly, looking at it from every angle, thinking what I would do if I wanted to kill the owner of such an establishment. The best way to get in, the easiest way to get close, the weapons I might use. All the things that assassins had to think about if they wanted to get away after the fact. All the things I’d thought about as the Spider for so many years that were just second nature to me now.
    Despite Mab’s edict to make it look somewhat like an accident, given what I knew of LaFleur, I doubted the other assassin would care exactly how she killed me, as long as she got to use her electrical magic. Hell, I doubted she’d even be that quiet about things. I imagined LaFleur would be perfectly happy to barge in through the front door of the Pork Pit, fry me with her green lightning, and stroll right back out when I was dead and charred. I couldn’t fault her for that. Sometimes the direct approach was the best.
    I only hoped she’d wait until the restaurant was deserted before she made her move. Collateral damage was one thing I’d always avoided as an assassin. Call me a sentimental fool, but I didn’t want some innocent family’s Christmas to be ruined because Mommy happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
    When I’d thought about things and how they might play out, I flipped the sign on the front door of the Pit over to
Open
.
    Now all that was left to do was wait for LaFleur to show.
    And then we’d dance.
    The day passed quietly. Well, as quietly as usual, considering the fact that Sophia Deveraux and I were still busy cooking all day long, trying to keep up with all the take-out and holiday party orders that just kept pouring in, despite the fact that tomorrow was Christmas Eve. Normally, I helped wait tables as well as dished up food, but today all I did was cook. Catalina Vasquez and the rest of the waitstaff took over the slack.
    Finn dropped by about five that afternoon. As always, he wore one of his designer suits. A Christmas green one with a red candy cane–striped tie that would have looked ridiculous on anyone else. As soon as he sat down at his regular seat at the counter, Sophia poured him a cup of chicory coffee. The Goth dwarf gave Finn a fond smile and patted his hand. Finn grinned and winked back at her. Even gruff, tough Sophia wasn’t immune to the legendary charms of Finnegan Lane.
    By that time, the take-out orders had started to slow down, and Sophia and I had put together all the party trays for the day. The various members of the waitstaff who’d come into work today were all in the back of the restaurant taking their break, so I decided to take one too and talk to Finn about the latest goings-on in Ashland.
    “Anything new?” I asked, putting a few of the pumpkin-raisin cookies I’d baked fresh this morning on a plate and sliding them over to him.
    Finn, of course, had two cookies before he bothered to answer me. “Not much, according to my sources. Mab’sstill holed up on her estate, and LaFleur’s still supposed to find the Spider and kill her as soon as possible.”
    “Same old, same old.”
    “Same old, same old,” Finn agreed.
    “What about the others?” I could take care of myself, but

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