Chris Diamond Miss Lexa [portable] -

Then he kicked the glass out and jumped to the fire escape, the city exploding into a symphony of sirens and gunfire below.

The doors shut.

He blinked. That was the first crack. “The client was a shell corporation in the Caymans. Male name. ‘Mr. Smith.’” chris diamond miss lexa

Chris didn’t flinch. He’d learned long ago that flinching got you killed. He turned slowly. A woman sat cross-legged in the dark, her silhouette framed by the downtown skyline. She wore a severe black pantsuit, her platinum hair pulled back so tight it looked like it hurt. Her eyes were the color of frozen vodka. Then he kicked the glass out and jumped

“Mr. Smith is my tailor,” Lexa said. “And he does lovely work, doesn’t he?” She gestured to his suit. “I also paid for the shoes. The left one has a tracker in the heel. Don’t worry, I’m not here to reclaim the painting. I’m here to change the deal.” That was the first crack

“I didn’t open it,” Chris said.