"I must say I'm quite taken with this young woman." The other man tossed back two of the pills and downed them with a gulp of gin. "Did you take care of the lawyer?" "No longer a problem." Two down. Two to go. Relief washed over, him at the prospect of finishing this dreadful assignment. He only wished it wasn't so damned important—or the stakes so high. "When can you finish up?" ''That depends." "Depends on what?" ''The private dick has a brother." The man in the Hermes tie felt a swirl of panic at the thought of yet another person's involvement. Another loose end to deal with. Dammit, there were too many loose ends. The whole fucking mess was like a grass fire that had burned out of control and erupted into a forest fire. "Does he know anything?" "Probably." He cursed the man's calm demeanor, knowing the son of a bitch had nothing at stake but money. If life were only so simple. "Eliminate them. All of them. And I don't want any more questions raised." The other man sipped his scotch.
