Zag stood up. "No offense, Mr. Stealth, but Mike and I don’t do wetwork." He glanced over at me. "Wolf will tell you we don’t shy from a light, but we don’t accept murder contracts. Besides, if we did, we’d never have gone to the apartment. Take a fifty-caliber sniper rifle and you could do Nadia Mirin on her balcony sipping her morning soykaf. "