read part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven “Good afternoon, is this Phillip Tangiers?” “Yes, it is. Who is this?” “Somebody you should call back.” “Excuse me?” “The number is…” *** “Hi, Phillip.” “Who is this?” “Oh, what’s in a name, really?” “Who are you?” “Somebody who hasn’t been paid, Phillip.” Tangiers struggled not to gasp. “It was an honest mistake. The driver couldn’t find the place. By the time he arrived nobody was there.” “You should hire a better driver, Phillip.” “Yes, well, it was not I who hired him.” “I will schedule another pickup, Mr. Tangiers, but these things are not cheap. Add another fifty grand to that suitcase of yours. Oh, and make sure you deliver it on time, this time.” “Yes, I will try to deliver it personally.” “Very well, have a good day.” “Wait.” “Yes?” “Your name, in case I need your services again.” “Let’s hope you don’t, Mr. Tangiers.” “Yes, let’s hope. However, I would still like a name.” “Rachel Glass. It’s a name I wouldn’t say out loud in too many places, Phillip.” “Understood.” “Goodbye, Phillip. I hope you’re still sleeping well.” Rachel hung up the phone. Now there is an arrogant bastard, she thought. Maybe somebody will wipe him out next. Maybe I’ll get the job. Her name did sound good, she had to admit. Rachel Glass, contract killer. They should make a movie. Next: The Anamur Gate