A Deadly Assignment

The file lay open on the table, the black-and-white photo of Vincent Moretti staring back at Blair with an arrogance that even death hadn't managed to erase. She traced the outline of his face with her fingertip, her gaze cold and calculating as she memorized every detail - the cruel set of his jaw, the arrogant glint in his eyes, the expensive watch on his wrist that screamed of ill-gotten gains.

"This guy's a walking fortress," Blair said, her voice a low murmur as she pushed the file towards Claudia. "Mansion in the suburbs, armed guards crawling all over the place, and more connections than a switchboard operator. Taking him out won't be a walk in the park."