The Woman Who Loves MeThe Woman Who Loves MeI returned from the latest job lighter by one conscience and one Gerber boot knife. The former having been lost long ago and the latter still embedded in the torso of the man I was sent to kill. It was nothing personal; just business. All business ends in this way in one form or another whether its a killing or someone dropping a long-time supplier in favor of another. It is death any way you look at it and I didnt want any part of it anymore.There were several couples shuffling around the dance floor; rhythmically moving to the music from an old jukebox that de