Connie the Conner winks at me. I nod and grin. So far I've stayed out of the politics, and Big Mac's hit is not much of a job for an accomplished assassin. Not even for a wee slip of a lass like Flavia. But a knife in the bar is one thing. A knife in the belly of an old friend is quite another. That "punk" just happens to be one of Flavia's childhood friends...gone wrong, maybe, and deserving of everything he gets, but still a friend. We'll see if she has the guts. Besides, it's the perfect opportunity for me and Connie to carry out our plan. "Let's see you put your money where your mouth is," I roar over the crowd and flash Flavia the Secret Sign. Now she can't back down no matter who or what tonight brings.