Hannah's voice had gone from the professional smooth to rough Dangerous when he spoke on the phone with Assassin, a man called Razor. "Hello," she spoke immediately, her voice impatient. Diane watch from the mini Bar with, glass cup tilted and forgotten in her hand. She looked at her daughter like she was seeing a ghost of her she never knew lived in the same apartment with them. "I'm i speaking with Mr. Razor?" "You've contacted the right person," Mr. Razor's voice was deep and surprisingly polite and professional. "Your name before any further discussion?" "Amara. Amara Blake." Amara spilled the information without caring if she was giving clue to someone who might actually kill her because she was desperate to have her ex-husband, the man she once upon a time called a trash back to her. " I have a job for you. I need you to take someone. Don't kill her. Just keep her and allow me to handle the rest." "The job you're asking for is difficult more than murdering." The man called

Hannah's voice had gone from the professional smooth to rough Dangerous when he spoke on the phone with Assassin, a man called Razor. "Hello," she spoke immediately, her voice impatient. Diane watch from the mini Bar with, glass cup tilted and forgotten in her hand. She looked at her daughter like she was seeing a ghost of her she never knew lived in the same apartment with them. "I'm i speaking with Mr. Razor?" "You've contacted the right person," Mr. Razor's voice was deep and surprisingly polite and professional. "Your name before any further discussion?" "Amara. Amara Blake." Amara spilled the information without caring if she was giving clue to someone who might actually kill her because she was desperate to have her ex-husband, the man she once upon a time called a trash back to her. " I have a job for you. I need you to take someone. Don't kill her. Just keep her and allow me to handle the rest." "The job you're asking for is difficult more than murdering." The man

Hannah's voice had gone from the professional smooth to rough Dangerous when he spoke on the phone with Assassin, a man called Razor. "Hello," she spoke immediately, her voice impatient. Diane watch from the mini Bar with, glass cup tilted and forgotten in her hand. She looked at her daughter like she was seeing a ghost of her she never knew lived in the same apartment with them. "I'm i speaking with Mr. Razor?" "You've contacted the right person," Mr. Razor's voice was deep and surprisingly polite and professional. "Your name before any further discussion?" "Amara. Amara Blake." Amara spilled the information without caring if she was giving clue to someone who might actually kill her because she was desperate to have her ex-husband, the man she once upon a time called a trash back to her. " I have a job for you. I need you to take someone. Don't kill her. Just keep her and allow me to handle the rest." "The job you're asking for is difficult more than murdering." The man

Hannah's voice had gone from the professional smooth to rough Dangerous when he spoke on the phone with Assassin, a man called Razor. "Hello," she spoke immediately, her voice impatient. Diane watch from the mini Bar with, glass cup tilted and forgotten in her hand. She looked at her daughter like she was seeing a ghost of her she never knew lived in the same apartment with them. "I'm i speaking with Mr. Razor?" "You've contacted the right person," Mr. Razor's voice was deep and surprisingly polite and professional. "Your name before any further discussion?" "Amara. Amara Blake." Amara spilled the information without caring if she was giving clue to someone who might actually kill her because she was desperate to have her ex-husband, the man she once upon a time called a trash back to her. " I have a job for you. I need you to take someone. Don't kill her. Just keep her and allow me to handle the rest." "The job you're asking for is difficult more than murdering." The man

Hannah's voice had gone from the professional smooth to rough Dangerous when he spoke on the phone with Assassin, a man called Razor. "Hello," she spoke immediately, her voice impatient. Diane watch from the mini Bar with, glass cup tilted and forgotten in her hand. She looked at her daughter like she was seeing a ghost of her she never knew lived in the same apartment with them. "I'm i speaking with Mr. Razor?" "You've contacted the right person," Mr. Razor's voice was deep and surprisingly polite and professional. "Your name before any further discussion?" "Amara. Amara Blake." Amara spilled the information without caring if she was giving clue to someone who might actually kill her because she was desperate to have her ex-husband, the man she once upon a time called a trash back to her. " I have a job for you. I need you to take someone. Don't kill her. Just keep her and allow me to handle the rest." "The job you're asking for is difficult more than murdering." The man