There was nothing immediately threatening about her. To see her on the street one might even think that she was a dancer or a schoolteacher. She had that look, the one that made people want to protect her, from her small shoulders to her petite fingers.

It was only when they got close enough to see her face, to look into her amused and yet somehow cold eyes that they realized they'd been mistaken.

Unfortunately, that moment of recognition usually happened right before the gunshot or the quick slice of a knife. Leaving her victim staring up wondering how they could have possibly mistaken her for anything else.

Nina knew all this and yet somehow couldn't bring herself to care. Any remorse was easily placated by the 0s and 1s in her bank account and besides, she knew that everyone was at heart guilty. Every person she killed was responsible for taking at least one life.

Even Teri. Self-defense didn't make anyone less dead.

For Jack to hold such a grudge about it, well, it was almost ironic. After all, there were a lot of broken families because of him. Many wives whose husbands would never come home because they'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Wrong place. Wrong time. A problem she never had.

His vendetta against her was hypocritical.

She left her latest source of income in the snow and as she stripped off the gloves to leave with the gun, she wished she'd brought an extra pair.

It was cold outside.

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