When One Mistake Means Death
Inside the shop, silence had settled over everything.
Oliver stood where he was, his expression giving nothing away. He looked perfectly calm. Almost as though the situation had nothing to do with him.
But his mind was far from quiet.
Who had hired this woman?
The question kept circling back, no matter how many times he tried to put it aside.
Oliver knew the merchants in the city. He knew which ones had money to spare and which were barely keeping their businesses afloat. He also knew who had powerful friends and who preferred to stay out of trouble.
Some merchants hired private guards to protect their shops. Others relied on influential patrons to keep them safe. And then there were those who maintained quiet connections with the criminal underworld.
There were plenty of possibilities.
Yet none of them seemed to fit.
Lane was no ordinary assassin.
