The Hitwoman’s Act of Contrition
Confessions of a Slightly Neurotic Hitwoman Book 10
Imagine a high-strung, comfort loving hitwoman at a rustic spiritual retreat.
Things are finally looking up for Maggie Lee.
Her almost-lover Patrick is taking steps (albeit deadly ones) to insure they’ll have a future together, her niece Katie is about to be released from the hospital, her sister Marlene has stopped turning tricks and started tossing pizzas, and Maggie has a chance to land a new (legal) job.
If only God would stop hounding her to apologize to her mother, Maggie would be pretty close to content with her life.
When Maggie agrees to take out a new target, using a spiritual retreat as her cover story, she ends up with a spoon (long story), an odd, selectively mute roommate, and a chance to save a life.
As Maggie struggles to balance all the important people in her life and deliver on the deadly contract, she begins to believe that God may be right about the act of contrition he’s demanded…but will she live long enough to do it?
You know it’s going to be a bad day when a nun is giving you the evil eye.
At least I think that’s what my Aunt Leslie said the woman flashing me the evil side-eye had been in a former life.
I kind of lose track of who’s who in Leslie’s drug-free life. Back when she was a mellow pothead, I knew who the players were: her dealer and the kid from the local convenience store who delivered her munchies for a nominal fee. But ever since she got clean, there have been an endless supply of fellow ex-addicts and do-gooders (not to mention her sponsor who tried to kill me) parading through her days. I just can’t remember them all.
In my defense, I, Maggie Lee, have a lot going on. For one thing, after my sister and her husband died in a car accident, I’ve become the guardian of my niece, Katie. This responsibility, along with the accompanying medical bills, led me to becoming a paid assassin. (But I only kill really bad people. I swear!) The killer-for-hire gig inadvertently led me to working for a mysterious organization that, on occasion, blackmails me into doing their shady bidding.
As if all that wasn’t enough to contend with, I live with my three wacky aunts and I can talk to animals. Talking to animals isn’t really so bad. The problem is that they talk back.
That’s how I got in trouble with the nun…