Chapter 10Stephanie Aug raised her headwhen theknock came. She was relaxing, stretched out on the motel sofa,reading. She was not one for fancy dresses. She wore her militaryfatigues with boots on her feet. The motel was five-star. Themanagement didn’t spare any expense. So why, she wondered, wouldanyone be knocking?
“Who is it?” She yelled.
“Room service, ma’am. Giftscomplimentary of the house.”
She shrugged. Majaste must have orderedsome presents for her. Well, he should. She was going to send agreatdeal of money his way. She dropped her book on the coffeetable.
As she opened the door, she spied theglint of the knife. She whirled around. The assassin’s blade slicedthrough the air. But her boot had already viciously kicked thedoor.When it slammed into the assassin’s wrist, he howled.
