Chapter 6
I became used to waiting. In the three months after I dealt with the judge, Reynolds sent me out on only two jobs—both of them on my own. The first one was easy. In, out, one man dead. I suspect he chose that one for me to make certain I didn’t freak and blow it—with no one backing me up to give me the encouragement I might need—that I was capable of pulling it off. I guess I passed the test because the second one was not nearly as simple.
To begin with, the target was female. Now I’m a firm believer that women, when they put their minds to it, can do anything a man can. Look at Angel if you want the perfect example. But I still had that belief that my mother drummed into me when I was a kid that you don’t physically hurt a woman unless she hurts you first—and not even then unl
