She laid down on the bed, she wanted to rest well before she went out that evening. She laughed softly when she thought about Haiden. Damn you Nobu, you Yenta.
EIGHT
Imani crept silently along the roof of the hotel. She and Haiden would be going to dinner soon and her stomach growled at the thought. She was going to take him to one of her favorite restaurants, it was only frequented by locals. She’d chosen this hotel due to the height and the vantage and location of her target. Once again, Google Earth and Nobu did their magic. She had to be quick, and so she set up her weapon and zeroed in on her target.
Looking through the Weatherby Vanguard’s scope, she brought the crosshairs to bear. Her target was a fortyish man, he was sitting at a table in a sixth-floor window. Looked like he was eating. The building was two hundred yards away. It would be a tricky shot. Thankfully there was no wind. Imani rested the rifle on the high lip of the hotel wall, that ran the perimeter of the roof. There were no other taller buildings around her, this was crucial to remain concealed.
She observed the man for a few moments. He was speaking with someone out of view. This was the tricky part. Once the trigger was pulled, there was no stopping it. If someone stepped into place, they’d be collateral damage. Imani tried very hard never to hit a bystander.
She pulled the trigger, an instant later the man fell over sideways. She got up and crouch walked to the utility door to the roof. As she went, she took her weapon apart, glad she had gloves on to take the suppression off. It was hot. She folded in the stock and put it back into the bag. The muzzle of the rifle was still hot, but there was no help for it. She took the stairs quickly and entered the emergency exit to her floor. She saw no one in the hall way and walked rapidly to her room. She slipped inside, making sure the do not disturb sign didn’t fall off.
She then placed the bag under the bed, and got dressed for dinner. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She wore a short black dress with low black pumps. She adjusted her wig, then applied makeup. She wished she had perfume and then scolded herself.
“Idiot, you’re not going out on a date.” She said to her reflection. Even so, she pushed up her girls so they looked nice. She wasn’t big breasted, and sometimes, she wished she had bigger boobs. But, in her line of work, they tended to get in the way.
“Done and done.” She texted Nobu.
“Having a good time with Haiden?”
“Yeah, and we’re going to have a serious time when I come home Yenta.”
“LOL, he’s a cutie, you have to admit that.” Nobu texted.
“Then you date him.” She laughed and texted back.
“Naw, he likes you, I can tell. He flew out of here like his ass was on fire, when I told him where you were headed. LOL. I think he has a crush.”
“Idiot. Have a good night? Are you going to see Dr. Quinn?”
“Smartass. Yes, Dr. Quint and I have a date for later. We’re going to see Cher!!!”
Imani laughed and hung up. What a goober, she thought. She grabbed her small purse, and left the room. She walked next door and knocked.
Haiden opened the door and grinned at her.
“What?” She asked looking at him.
“Nothing. You look nice.” He said.
Imani felt herself blush, remembering Nobu’s words. She shrugged them off.
“Let’s go, I’m really hungry.” She said and started walking down the hall.
“Sure, when will you do the deed?” He asked, walking alongside of her.
“Already done, so we can enjoy the evening.” She smiled.
“You’re a smooth operator, I’ll give you that.” He laughed.
They entered the elevator and rode down to the lobby. There weren’t many people around and they left and walked out onto the street. In the distance, they heard sirens. Haiden raised a dark brow in question and Imani shrugged and grinned back at him. They walked along the street, crowded with people. She held her purse in close.
“You do have your wallet in your front pocket, don’t you?” She asked.
“Yeah, I do. Had a pickpocket try for it once, broke his hand.” He laughed.
They came to the small restaurant, it didn’t look like much, but she knew better. They were ushered inside to a table. She asked for a bottle of the house wine and they were left with their menus.
“Should I let you order?” He asked, unable to read the menu and laughed.
“Do you have any allergies?” Imani grinned.
“No, should I be worried?” He laughed.
“No, I’ll make sure I order well.”
She did and ordered Fettuccelle con gamberetti in bianco for him, it was a shrimp dish and quite wonderful, she’d steal some of the shrimp from him. For herself, she ordered Bucatini alla amatriciana, a pasta dish she was addicted to. For their starter, she ordered Filetto di tonno affumicato, a light smoked tuna as well as her beloved fried zucchini blossoms.
“Wow, this is a lot different from the places I’ve eaten.” He said.
“Yeah, though some of the touristy places serve good food, if you want authentic and damn good food, you find a hole in the wall place that only locals come to. They don’t have a lot on the menu, but what they do have
