Chapter Nine
Twitch
“Relax. You won’t need the grenade. If I wanted to off you,
the kids in the hall would have done it.”
The street where Twitch Orforres had her business, office and warehouse was in a decent enough part of the city. It was also convenient to the autobahn and airports. Still, there was always some low life hanging around out in front and Bibi knew this was part of Orforres’ security system. So she made a slow circuit around the building, noting the bright yellow Lamborghini parked in the garage at the rear entry. She also saw the requisite, goofy-looking security wench lounging just inside the partly open door, then rode on and parked her bike a block away, set the alarm, locked it to a street lamp stanchion and walked a circuitous route to the three-story building th
