"Name."
"Emerson Prescott."
"What do you want?"
"I'm looking for someone."
"Hire a P.I."
"If only it were that simple Mr. Hitter."
Silver Hitter smirks. "I take it there's more to it?"
"Yes. I need to find someone and eliminate them. Contacts tell m...
A little warning, this chapter is quite graphic in terms of violence...blood...murder, if you're not comfortable with that sorta thing.
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"Little Candy."
She pulls the red lollipop out of her mouth and licks her lips before answering. "Yes?" Jamie climbs out of her car and opens a black umbrella which she holds over her shoulder with one hand while pulling down her sparkly rose gold mini dress with the other, straightening it out.
Throwing her purse over her body, she pushes the door closed and places sunglasses over her eyes.
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"What's your plan?"
"I'm going to a putt putt match." Is all Jamie says, continuing to suck the candy, swirling her tongue around the sweetness before beginning the walk down the high class sidewalk, shielded from the sun and she passes wealthy people, who make way for even her presence, her phone held to her ear so she doesn't look as though she's speaking to herself when she's speaking to Kimmy through an earpiece.
"While you're at the match, I heard about another target who'll be there. Wanna kill two birds with one stone?" Kimmy questions and Jamie smirks as her phone buzzes, so she draws the device back and looks at the picture of a young woman with a bright smile and dark, short hair. She sighs.
"I don't kill women Kimmy."
"I was afraid you'd say that. So I'm coming with you. I'm at your three." Turning to her left, Jamie spots Kimmy dressed in a wide leg pantsuit and tall heels.
Jamie rolls her eyes but she smiles, slipping her phone into an expensive leather satchel with gold detailing. Unless it's absolutely necessary, the Davenport girls shy away from accepting jobs that include killing females.
There isn't a twisted reason behind it, they just don't because quite frankly, neither does their mother. I'm sure there's a reason behind Yasmine's avoidance but they're never cared enough to ask.
"What's your method going to be?" Jamie asks, flashing a VIP pass at the gate then she's let into the large garden, where she pauses and slips on heel plugs so she doesn't sink into the grass.
"I'm going to shoot her."
"You'd be causing a scene. I'm not a fan of scenes."
"Yet you and your sister sent an entire crowd running and screaming after shooting a guy in an alleyway." Kimmy says and Jamie glances over her shoulder, meeting her friend's accusing gaze.
"That was different-"
Kimmy laughs and Jamie smirks. "How the hell is that different, Candy?" Now Jamie laughs, throwing her head back and everything, earning a few curious glances so she places her phone back to her ear and smiles guiltily, mouthing an apology as though for the disruption of her being improper, then she turns and glares at Kimmy.
