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    That caused him to laugh again. She just stared at him with the same annoyed expression she'd been wearing since he came in. He gave her a sweet smile. "I'm not going to get in trouble," he said. "I'm technically working for an independent party, but the job I do could definitely be classified as official business."
    That was all he said before crossing to the trashcan where he threw away the banana peel he was holding. Molly sighed, knowing by her brother's demeanor that she wasn't going to get the details she wanted. "Are you gonna get hurt?" she settled for asking.
    "Of course not," he said. "I'm the best." He smiled. "That's why they bought me the new whip." He pointed at the window like the most confident person in the world, but Molly suspected he was just trying to act tough so she wouldn't be scared. He sounded like the same big brother who promised her he could beat up Freddy Kruger when she'd come to him as a terrified ten-year-old. Molly knew him well enough to know that even if he would be constantly risking his life, he'd still lie and tell her everything was going to be okay.
    She stared at the kitchen floor, contemplating everything. "I don't want you to do it," she said. "Can't you just tell them no and work at the landscaping place instead?"
    Ben chuckled a little, but tried not to show how amused he was at the thought since she was so sincere. "That'd be like asking a doctor to do landscaping instead of surgery," he said.
    "Yeah, but a doctor isn't putting his life at risk in the operating room."
    "Sure he is," Ben said. "We all put our lives at risk every day. Think about it. He could get into a car accident on his way to work, or get hit by a bus. None of us are promised the next second."
    "You know what I mean, Ben. There's a difference between a doctor getting hit by a bus and you doing whatever it is this sketchy new job has you doing."
    "It's not sketchy," he said. "I know what I'm doing. I'm highly trained, Molly. I promise nothing's gonna happen to me."
    She gave him a pleading expression. "You can't promise that," she said.
    "Okay, so I can't promise it, but neither can the doctor or anyone else. We all die sometime."
    She rolled her eyes. "I just don’t want you to speed up the process," she said. "I’m scared."
    Ben crossed the kitchen and took his little sister into his arms. He could feel her shoulders slump. It broke his heart, but he really didn't know what to say to make her feel better. He'd already said enough. "I'm not in any more danger than anyone else in the world, Molly."
    "You're lying," she said.
    He hugged her for a few more seconds. He wasn’t going to deny it any more. She was right about him lying. The situations he'd be in were extremely dangerous, but he was good at what he did. "I was in even more danger when I was working for the Army," he said, honestly.
    She pulled back and used her shirtsleeve to wipe at a tear. He hated to see her like that, but had to think she'd get over it once it had time to sink in that he wasn't cut out for life as a full-time landscaper.
    "If you don't deny it, I'm gonna assume you kill people, or something." She added that or something as an afterthought because she really didn't want to believe it even if it were true.
    She looked at her brother, and he regarded her with a serious, but otherwise unreadable expression. They stared at each other for a few long seconds, her wanting him to voice his denial, him wanting her to change the subject so he didn't have to lie.
    "Dang it, Ben. I don't think I like this job." She gave him her best puppy dog eyes.
    His face showed a hint of regret, but stayed decidedly neutral. "I've had the job set up for a while," he said. He gave her a shrug and a smirk. "I planned on giving you a little more notice about it. I'm sorry you worried."
    She stared at him, trying to come to terms with the man standing in front of her. He was tall and thick in the chest—at least as big as her boyfriend,