
Snarky, ill-tempered and alone: Anna Harris kills for money. Weightier paycheques. Bigger risks. Longer bills. All in a day's work for an assassin.
Another day, another job . . . at thirty thousand feet.
For an assassin, death always lies just around the corner.
Or on the ground, far below.
And blood money always sticks.
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