4LanceOver the next few days, the auctions continue. After the first night, I’m allowed to move Felicia to my cabin, quarters fit for a snakelike politician, replete with double bed, porthole window, and en-suite bathroom. I’m also permitted to bring Felicia some clothes from a pile collected by the Russians. I return with a black bag full of dresses and shirts which reveal more than they hide.
But Felicia still jumps at the bag with eager hands. “Thank God!” she says, rooting through it.
I sit on the edge of the bed and watch her, wondering at the feelings which move through me. I know I shouldn’t let myself be attracted to her. I’m on a job and that can only complicate matters. I have to stay focused. I have to hone my killer’s attention on the job and nothing else. I can’t let myself
