Chapter 19. Chestnut Firebrand

Maxwell had not run around in the slums for years for nothing, and he knew that if it was a planned job that was so smooth that even the agency could find no loophole, there could only be one source that got it done. Going to the store would be a waste of his time; he would certainly come up empty. Don never left traces.

If his assumption was right, that could only mean that Susan had stepped on a client's toe. A very wealthy client. Don didn't deal with any other type. His baby sister had bitten off more than she could chew, but he would find out what could be done. It would cost. Oh, yes. It would, but he had to try. If he got nowhere or if he happened to be wrong,. Then he would simply leave the rest for his overpriced lawyer to deal with, but first, he had to try.

As he dialled the confidential number, he thought briefly about who could have it in for Susan, and the deceived wife came to mind, but he dismissed it. If the woman was gullible enough to be cheated on for so man