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whoever it was he was a dead motherfucker.

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    Sabrina
    S abrina Rizzo drew in one last frustrated breath, struggling with her necklace clasp again. Diamonds were a girl’s best friend, but the chains they came on—
    “Priceless,” she muttered sarcastically, throwing the chain down on her vanity and replacing it with a simpler white gold necklace with a diamond infinity loop pendant—and a much easier clasp.
    At this rate, she’d show up to the gala with one earring, one shoe, a disheveled up-do and cramped fingers, and she’d still be late. She was about ready to throw her hands up in supplication to the social gods when there was a loud, abrupt bang against her vanity wall. The necklace slipped between her fingers and slithered to the floor as she jumped backward with a small gasp. A glass bottle of perfume tipped over, leaking floral fumes all over her counter. Sabrina was on alert now, already one step back, eyes wide.
    Another loud thump.
    This time with a muttered swear and a litany of arguing.
    What in God’s name was going on next door?
    More banging.
    A harsh order.
    The sound of something shattering.
    With the sharp tang of the fragrance stifling her nose, she jerked back into action, leaning forward to grasp the bottle and stand it up again. Her stomach twisted in knots and her shaky hand fumbled. The sweet pool of slowly evaporating liquid was growing larger by the second. Soon it would cascade over her sterling silver tray and onto the carpet. It was the distracting thought that tingled across her scalp to help her avoid the fearful question of what was going on in a room nearby. That distraction didn’t work, though. All it did was make a bigger mess of the spill. Panic caused the back of her mouth to taste sour now, and she struggled not to break out in nervous hives. She managed to mindlessly grasp the towel she’d just used after her shower, and swabbed up the perfumed mess.
    Each second her fingers plunged into the damp towel, she pretended she wasn’t leaning forward to get closer to that wall between her and the ruckus next door. At least until her ear was pressed up against it, one hand thrown back in the mess.
    “…I had it on good authority I wouldn’t be dealing with anything fucked up and underhanded tonight. I must have been wrong—”
    “Funny, I don’t remember anyone making that promise. The thing I do remember…”
    “Watch yourself, fucker.”
    “I’m making things crystal clear, and this is the best way I know how…”
    There was an extended block of muffled conversation, then Sabrina pressed her ear so hard against the wall she thought her eardrum would pop from the suction. It worked. She could hear almost every word.
    “I merely need assurances that you will deliver.”
    “I just gave you the location of the goods.”
    “I need to see them…the same way you saw the cash in that briefcase. It’s a little insurance so you don’t make off with my money. Surely you agree that’s reasonable?”
    “Depends on how you define the word reasonable,” the other man choked out. “Can I get a little breathing room before your goon goes down and never wakes up again?”
    There was a sharp snap, and Sabrina flinched back from the wall. She didn’t dare breathe.
    “Let me call my boys. I’ll have them swing by to pick up…”
    Her brow pinched as the voices faded too much to hear again. It was maddening, only getting half of the conversation, but she mentally kicked herself for even making it her business in the first place. Whatever was going down next door, she needed to ignore it. This was the type of thing her law firm associates would advise clients to stay away from. The three monkeys applied here, especially the hear no evil part. What mattered tonight was getting herself ready for the gala and out the door.
    For some unknown reason, she remained glued to the spot on the wall, listening. She couldn’t ignore it. Something nefarious was going on over there, and