'You killed him!' Sunni yelled.
'I doubt that,' Amon said. 'But he'll do a better job on us if we don't move it. And keep your sodding voice down!'
They turned the corner, heading for the exit at the end of the corridor. Still, the place seemed silent and empty.
But it wasn't.
As they neared the stairwell door, a slim, haughty figure detached itself from the shadows and stood in front of them, barring their way.
'Stand very still, please,' Aramin Black declared, pointing a gun at Amon's head. 'You were right – you really should have stayed quiet. You've made enough noise to wake the dead.' She smiled slyly. 'And that's our job.'
Ava was all for taking a chance and running the skinny bitch down, but Amon had frozen as requested, looking at the gun barrel apprehensively. Ava saw that Aramin was quite collected and calm, fixing him with an unnerving stare. She knew with sick certainty that this woman would not hesitate to kill them.