The Hitwoman and the Mental Patient
Confessions of a Slightly Neurotic Hitwoman Book 51
One of Maggie Lee’s biggest fears is getting thrown into the nut house. With a mentally unstable mother and her own ability to talk to animals (not to mention that she’s killed people) it’s not a stretch to believe it could happen.
When she’s asked to go undercover as a patient at the same facility where her mother resides, it’s like Maggie’s worst nightmare is coming true. If she didn’t feel like she owed the person she’s trying to help, she’d never agree to be committed, but Maggie believes in repaying her debts.
Even if it means the job makes her certifiably insane.
Excerpt
Prologue
You just know it’s going to be a bad day when they’re waving a straitjacket at you like you’re a crazed bull, ready to charge.
Admittedly, if I could have gored someone to death, I might have done it.
My name is Maggie Lee. I’m a doting aunt, a loving pet owner, and a part-time assassin. And now it looked like I was going to be adding “mental patient” to my repertoire.
With a mother who’s spent most of her life in and out of mental institutions, this is one of my worst fears coming true. With a father who’s done multiple stints in prison, incarceration is also high on my list of phobias.
“It’ll go a lot easier if you don’t resist,” the guy in the tortoise shell glasses said as his partner circled around behind me.
“Why should I make it easy for you?” I asked defiantly, balling my hands into fists. These guys were taking on more than they knew when they decided to come for me. I’d go down swinging. Eyes. Nose. Throat. Groin.
“That’s it,” God, the anole lizard currently hiding in my bra, cheered. “Fight for your freedom! You’ve got the right to fight! Viva La Liberte!” He was belting out the encouragement in a deep, resonant voice, but to the regular human ear, it just sounded like squeaking.
The glasses-clad guy stared at my chest, disturbed by the high-pitched noises coming from it. “Are you wearing a wire?”
He glanced at his teammate, and they shared a worried look.
I used their momentary distraction to make my move.
I was bold. I was decisive.
I started running for my life.