Chapter 77

“The money’s already been transferred to your account, but I’m not taking part in this job.”

Kiwi had her hands stuffed into the pockets of her red trench coat, eyes lowered as she stared lazily at Maine, who was lounging on the couch. Her tone was casual, almost dismissive.

She was willing to take risks on regular gigs, but a job involving a city councilor—and with an enemy completely unknown—felt like suicide. Backing out was the rational choice.