Page 77 of Seven Deadly Sins

Chapter Ten

Harper could notbelieve she’d let Liam talk her into the white sundress with blue flowers that matched her eyes. She felt alien in her own skin. Add kitten heels and she felt like she clomped around like a drunken cow.

“Relax.” Liam put his hand on the small of her back. “You look beautiful. You’ll fit right in.”

Taking a deep breath, she entered the club, doing her best to look as if she’d been there many times. She smiled and nodded at people strolling past until a hostess in black led her and Liam to a table, then handed them each a menu.

“Now what?” Harper asked from behind the laminated list of expensive foods.

“We watch and wait for one of those men who met with Robert.”

“Did you notice there weren’t any women in that meeting?” She peered over the menu. “And he seems to prefer women assassins.” At least, that’s all they’d seen working for him.

From behind her menu, she studied those at the other tables. A middle-aged man with his daughter, a few couples, none who looked familiar. No, not the man’s daughter. Not the way she reached across the table and placed her hand on his. She shrugged. None of her business. Yet…she couldn’t stop glancing in their direction. Something seemed familiar about the two.

“What’s wrong? Wait. There’s one of them.” He jerked his head toward the entrance.

“How are you going to strike up a conversation?”

“Easy. That’s Steven Maysup. I recognize him from a newspaper article when he donated money to the hospital.” He grinned. “We’re old friends.”

“Right.” She smiled back. “Go say hello.” She set her menu down, planning on having the cobb salad.

The young woman in skinny jeans and a baggie shirt stood and headed for the women’s restroom. The man stared at something on his phone. Harper got up and followed the woman. If she could get a glimpse of her face, she might be able to place her.

The woman had entered one of the stalls. Harper washed her hands and fiddled with her hair. Isn’t that what girly-girls did?

The stall opened.

Harper stared at the reflection of the assassin. “You.” She whirled.

The other woman raised a handgun and brought the butt down on Harper’s head.

The world went black as she crumbled to the floor.

~

“Yep, she recognized me.” Lucy slid into the seat across from Robert. “I knocked her out, but we should really get out of here. If the FBI realizes who we are, then the gig is up.”

Robert cursed under his breath. “I had plans for today. Big plans to usher in the sin of gluttony. You leave.”

“Fine.” She got back to her feet. “I’ll be in the car, changing into a different disguise. How do you like a woman in uniform?

“A cop?”

“No, silly. A server.” She grinned and flounced out of the building.

He shook his head. The woman was a great actress, he’d give her that. He set his menu on the table. Lucy wasn’t the only one who needed to change their looks.

He shot Steven a sharp look as he passed the man and the agent on his way to the men’s room. Robert wasn’t a fool. He kept a disguise behind a wall panel for such a time as this. One more warning glance to Steven, and he pushed the door open.

When he exited, his hair now fully gray and sporting a beard to match, he scanned the dining room for his next target. A server strolled around the table and refilled coffee. When she turned, she tossed Robert a wink. Ah, Lucy. Good. He’d let her know who to kill next.

His gaze landed on a heavyset man clearly already having had too much to drink and the woman half his age who giggled at something the man said. Robert jerked his head toward them.

Lucy nodded.

~

---