By a professional.
“Wake me when we are near,” she ordered. “And stop speeding. I do not want the police to pull us over.”
As Streeter nodded his acceptance of the order, Vitoria closed her eyes again and smiled. Ricardo would not have approved of any of this tonight, most especially how she had dispatched his salesperson. Oh, the reasoning behind the assassination was sound, and something with which he would have agreed. But his sister? With that gun? Murdering a woman in that brazen, yet calculated manner?
Except she hadn’t only studied English during those years he had been away.