"I'm an assassin," she said, sipping her coffee.

"I am, too," I answered. "Seriously. What do you do?"

"You don't believe I'm an assassin? I want to be truthful upfront. No secrets."

OK. I'll go with it. "Dinner tomorrow?"

"Lunch," she countered. "I've something rather unpleasant to do in the evening."

"A job?"

"I'm saying no more. Boardwalk, Seaside Heights. By the train."

We walked out of the restaurant. "I could pick you up."

"By the train," she whispered as she kissed my cheek. Then she turned and headed uptown.

I watched her walk away, wanting to follow, but not.

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