It was true; Vette's line when it came to killing was more or less drawn at how good the pay was, and how badly somebody needed to be dead.

"The sisters one," she agreed, smiling crookedly. "I have one sister. Tivva."

And the pang at saying her name stayed in her chest, out of sight, where it belonged.

"That was fun. I'll have to come up with some good ones that aren't numbers for the next time, huh? Really give you a challenge."