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wouldn’t leave them vulnerable just because they had pissed her off. She shifted and flew into town.
    Bailey was standing in line at the check-in counter at the airport gate when her cell phone sounded. It was such an unusual event that it took her a few rings and someone to poke her from behind for her to realize it was her ringing. She answered it on the final ring, and as soon as she heard the voice, wished that she had left it to go to voicemail.
    “Hello?”
    “I have another job for you. This one is in Germany. When can you get there?”
    Neither of them used names. The phone was a pay as you go so that there were no bills.
    Also, since she traded the thing out at random intervals, it was nearly impossible to trace to her.
    “I can be there in six hours, provided you pay for the last job before I purchase my tickets.
    The stationery was delivered over twenty-four hours ago, and we have cash on delivery billing in our business, remember?”
    She hated working for people who didn’t follow rules. Bailey liked rules and liked them even better when they went her way. She snickered at the thought.
    “The money will be wired in one hour. This job is a rush and I’m willing to pay you for any set up fees. And a bonus if you can have it printed in less than ten hours.”
    The voice was never the same, but she still kept notes on the words or phrases that were used each time. This particular voice was one that she’d talked to over a dozen time and the targets were always human who had let the dark magic or black get the better of them and had taken lives. Bailey wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t wholly trust the person at the other end, hadn’t from the very beginning. There was something just off about it.
    “No. Now. I have to pay my employees, and I don’t work that way. I believe we’ve had this same conversation about a dozen times now.”
    Bailey hung up. They’d either call her back or wire the money. She really didn’t care which.
    When she got to the ticket counter, she purchased a ticket for the next flight to Rome. Once there, she would go to Germany if the bill got paid in a timely manner. Bailey didn’t think about the time factor. Never take a direct route when several would get her there safely and keep her ass safe. She always used cash too. Covering her tracks wasn’t just a concept, but a way of life for her.
    Everyone, including her and Griff, always used printing terms when they called. She didn’t have the first clue how to print anything and even if she was to use a copier, she’d have to get out the manual to see how to turn one on. It seemed a good plan at the beginning. Griff, Tyler and she had laughed for hours about how someone would call in and ask for a hit. It had gotten so ridiculous that when they were approached the first time by their first client a few days later, they nearly lost the job because they couldn’t stop laughing. She had been ten years old. And keeping the humans at bay had gotten to be easier all the time.
    Bailey’s phone rang just as she was being called to be seated. It had been only seven minutes since she’d told the voice to pay or fuck off and two since she had been notified by Griff that the money was in their account. With a grin, she answered.
    “I just checked, and we are good to go. I’ll call you when the next job is received.” She hung up. She didn’t leave any chance that he could trace the calls. It was hard to do on the type of phone she used, but it could be done. And at the rate things were going with technology, that too would be a way of the past. Bailey took the battery out of her phone and crushed it in her hand.
    Then she snapped the phone in half and dropped the two different pieces of it into two different trash cans along the tarmac.
    Bailey made a very good living at what she did. If she stopped working right now, she’d have enough money to live very nicely for the rest of her days. The excitement of the job and doing it