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...