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Editorial: Amazon Digital Services LLC - Kdp, 2025
Librería: PBShop.store US, Wood Dale, IL, Estados Unidos de AmericaPBShop.store US
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PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.
Editorial: Amazon Digital Services LLC - Kdp, 2025
Librería: PBShop.store UK, Fairford, GLOS, Reino UnidoPBShop.store UK
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EUR 20,11
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PAP. Condición: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.
Editorial: Independently Published, 2025
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Librería: Grand Eagle Retail, Bensenville, IL, Estados Unidos de AmericaGrand Eagle Retail
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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Marko is not a great assassin. He is competent, careful, and painfully human, which in his line of work counts as a liability. He kills because the city demands payment in blood long before it accepts rent, and because sentiment does not keep the lights on. He is exhausted, broke, and clingi…ng to small promises like life preservers. A cheap vacation he will probably cancel. A porcelain bird his grandmother has been hinting at, ridiculous and fragile and impossibly hopeful.This last job is supposed to be simple.One door.One shot.One wire transfer that might finally let him breathe.The luxury apartment smells of money and silence when he arrives. The kind of silence that belongs to places where consequences rarely visit.The target is already dead.Not clumsy. Not rushed. Executed with restraint and confidence. A professional ending, clean enough to feel intentional, cruel enough to feel final.And someone else is in the room.Flora stands barefoot beside the body, glass in hand, as though she has stepped out of a vacation brochure and into the aftermath of a murder without missing a beat. Soft smile. Summer dress. Calm eyes that take Marko in without fear or apology. She looks like the sort of woman people trust instinctively, the sort who could ruin a life without raising her voice.She explains it easily. Almost casually.She was on holiday. The intel pinged. The target was close. She decided to handle it before catching her flight. Business, folded neatly into pleasure.For Flora, killing is not desperation or survival. It is precision. It is control. It is a game played at a level Marko has never been allowed to reach.The problem is that Marko needed this kill.Not for pride. Not for reputation. For money. For time. For the fragile illusion that he might someday choose something other than violence. Without this contract, the future collapses into familiar shapes. Debt. Hunger. Promises broken quietly.They stand there, two assassins at opposite ends of the same mistake, measuring each other over a corpse neither of them can afford to explain.And in that suspended moment, before the gunfire starts and the system turns on them both, something dangerous sparks between them. Recognition. Curiosity. A pull neither of them trusts.One of them has already been paid.The other has nothing left to lose.And somewhere in the machinery that controls them both, someone has decided neither of them is meant to walk away. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.
Editorial: Independently Published, 2025
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Librería: CitiRetail, Stevenage, Reino UnidoCitiRetail
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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Marko is not a great assassin. He is competent, careful, and painfully human, which in his line of work counts as a liability. He kills because the city demands payment in blood long before it accepts rent, and because sentiment does not keep the lights on. He is exhausted, broke, and clingi…ng to small promises like life preservers. A cheap vacation he will probably cancel. A porcelain bird his grandmother has been hinting at, ridiculous and fragile and impossibly hopeful.This last job is supposed to be simple.One door.One shot.One wire transfer that might finally let him breathe.The luxury apartment smells of money and silence when he arrives. The kind of silence that belongs to places where consequences rarely visit.The target is already dead.Not clumsy. Not rushed. Executed with restraint and confidence. A professional ending, clean enough to feel intentional, cruel enough to feel final.And someone else is in the room.Flora stands barefoot beside the body, glass in hand, as though she has stepped out of a vacation brochure and into the aftermath of a murder without missing a beat. Soft smile. Summer dress. Calm eyes that take Marko in without fear or apology. She looks like the sort of woman people trust instinctively, the sort who could ruin a life without raising her voice.She explains it easily. Almost casually.She was on holiday. The intel pinged. The target was close. She decided to handle it before catching her flight. Business, folded neatly into pleasure.For Flora, killing is not desperation or survival. It is precision. It is control. It is a game played at a level Marko has never been allowed to reach.The problem is that Marko needed this kill.Not for pride. Not for reputation. For money. For time. For the fragile illusion that he might someday choose something other than violence. Without this contract, the future collapses into familiar shapes. Debt. Hunger. Promises broken quietly.They stand there, two assassins at opposite ends of the same mistake, measuring each other over a corpse neither of them can afford to explain.And in that suspended moment, before the gunfire starts and the system turns on them both, something dangerous sparks between them. Recognition. Curiosity. A pull neither of them trusts.One of them has already been paid.The other has nothing left to lose.And somewhere in the machinery that controls them both, someone has decided neither of them is meant to walk away. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.
