“I like it,” he said.

“You know and I know that we’re legal assassins, not cops. Sometimes we solve crimes and catch the bad guys, but at the end of most days we kill people.”

“You sound like that bothers you,” he said. He looked at me as he asked it.

I shrugged. “It does, and we already discussed that it doesn’t bother you. Well, fucking bully for you, but it’s beginning to get on my nerves.”

“I think I’ve figured out a way to use you as bait to lure them out, if it’s really you they’re wanting.”

I studied his unreadable face. “But first we’ll need someone to sign a warrant over to us, right?”

“That would help, and you getting some bodyguards from home, and maybe calling in Bernardo and Olaf now, before anyone’s dead, as backup wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

“Olaf still thinks I’m his girlfriend or something.”

“The couple that slaughters people together stays together.”

“That wasn’t really very funny,” I said.

“Yes, it was, but I apologize anyway. We both know that someday you, or I, will have to kill Olaf because he’s decided to kill you.”

“If he really plans on killing me he’ll kill you first, Edward, because he knows that you won’t rest until he’s dead.”

“You’d do the same for me.”

“True, so he’d kill us really close together, so neither of us could go all revenge on his ass.”

“Probably,” Edward said.

“And yet, you’ll call him in to back us up on this case.”

“He’s a good man in a fight.”

“He’s a crazy psycho killer, is what he is,” I said.

“Technically he’s not psychotic.”

“So just a crazy killer,” I said.

“Yeah.” He smiled and it actually reached his eyes; it was a real smile, not Ted’s smile, but Edward smiling. I didn’t get to see the smile often, so I valued it when I did. I had to smile back.