Books by K.T. Banks

 She was sitting at a table in the back of the restaurant, dining with her friends. 

     In the smoky bar area, a man was watching her. Even through the smoke and dim lights he knew she was the most gorgeous woman in the world. Although some of her friends were quite pretty, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

     Something someone said made her bite her lower lip and try to look innocent, which made everyone else around the table laugh. Toni could never look innocent. She was Hot. She was voluptuous, with breasts and curves that most women just didn't have now days. Her midnight black hair was long and flowed down her back like a sleek, shiny waterfall. Tonight she wore it straight, but the man knew it was usually full and sexy.

    Oh God, she was Sexy. Hot. Powerful - Dangerous. She could well be the death of him. She might even be the one to kill him.  But, hell, everyone had to die sometime. 

   Sitting at the bar the old man glanced into the mirror behind the shelves of liquor bottles and saw that the light behind him created a kind of halo around his gray hair and beard. Looking around the bar, he spotted a small booth tucked in a corner. Not much light around it. Casually he threw down enough bills to pay his tab and told the young bartender, Mitch, that he was moving to the more comfortable booth. Mitch gave the old guy the customary look of pity and understanding.

    He watched as the old timer made his way to the corner. He was slow and had a bit of a limp. He was still a tall man, despite the hump high on his back. He must have worked hard all of his life, maybe that was why he never quite made eye contact. Poor old man, probably knew he had the best years of his life behind him. Shit, he probably knew he didn't have much more time to live on this earth. Mitch shook his head and went back to work.

    Sitting in the booth was more comfortable, the man thought, and the darker corner was more to his liking anyway. Looking around the place, he began to see it's appeal. At first he had wondered why Toni and her group would want to come here to this rather nondescript place. 

     The floors were made of small black and white tiles, the bar was a smooth old mahogany. The booths and tables were a mix of black and white. He would guess this place had been here since the fifties. Even the music, Rod Stewart belting out Cigarettes and Alcohol, came from an old looking juke box.  Or maybe this place was last renovated in the fifties. The palm tree looking plants in most of the corners did help add a hint of old elegance.

     Turning his attention back to Toni he realized he could actually see all of them better from here.

    In his musings, he almost missed the two thugs that walked in the door. The fact that they had jackets on wasn't a good sign, because it wasn't cold outside. But even he was surprised how fast they pulled out the gun and shot the bartender. 

    Damn it. The kid never had a chance. The question was, where they here after Toni or someone in her party? Or were they there looking for him? A Spy could never be too sure.