The assassin set a key down in front of Wick.“Quick and easy, Chadvick.” She grinned at him. Her teeth were grossly uneven and stained with pipe smoke.He wondered what exactly some of the other assassins saw in her that could possibly be so appealing.“You may have a promising career ahead of you.” She set a small pouch in his hand.He weighed it gingerly, then opened it up to have a look at his booty. “Are you trying to tell me that you have another job lined up?”She lit her pipe with her shaking hand and scorched some of her own hair accidentally, although she didn’t seem to notice. “I always have work for someone with real talent.”“This doesn’t have anything to do with Cameo and Gail, does it?”“What if it does, my boy?” she asked.Pindray watched in amused interest as he set down a folder in front of Wick. “Can I get you another drink, Lady?”“Anything for my friend?” She motioned to the assassin.“Uhh...no, I’d better not.”“Never know what Pindray might stir into that drink, ay Chad?”
