It was later that evening when Sergei knocked on Griselda's bedroom door. "You have a call from someone named Harry."
Griselda stuck the bookmark in and laid the novel aside. Had Harry procured someone so quickly? He'd acted like it might take weeks.
"He usually comes through faster than he says he will."
Apparently Bren was right. That made for a change.
She lifted the receiver from the cradle on her nightstand. "Griselda here."
"Executioner?" Harry's voice came back. "I have the package you ordered. If you'd care to come pick it up and make p*****t?"
It felt a little like prostitution, but she reminded herself it was more like buying a pet like a puppy. Yes. Just purchasing a soulless animal. "Where do I meet you?"
"On the sixth floorlet's say the recreation room, shall we? In tw
