Free Killer Listing by Vicki Doudera

and wanted no part of that exotic stuff. And yet, he knew from experience that unusual looks paid top dollar.
    The bartender lifted the twenty. “Let me get you change,” he said.
    I should hope so , thought Clyde. He’d only had two beers, and the guy hadn’t quite told him what he wanted.
    Like the name of the dark-haired Asian girl. Not that it was important in the scheme of things. He let his thoughts drift to Kyle Cameron, another good-looking piece of ass, and shook his head. Dead, just like his best plan to date. Shit.
    Clyde waited for his change and pictured Darby Farr once more, this time without her clothes. He groaned and nearly laughed aloud. Yesirree, she could very well be the ticket.
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    Half an hour later Clyde Hensley was at a marina by one of the large bridges spanning the Intracoastal Waterway. He spotted his customers right away, with their sunburned noses and annoyed looks. He hustled up to them and attempted a smile.
    “Thought you might be here,” Clyde said, sizing up whether they’d be trouble or not. “I was waiting for you at the pier like we discussed, but people always get confused and show up here instead.”
    The girl’s annoyance turned to confusion. She squinted up at him, her blonde hair framing a face that was round and dimpled. “We’re in the wrong place? I thought you said to come to the Causeway, take the first right …”
    “Hey, hey,” he soothed. “It’s not a problem. You ladies aren’t known for getting directions one hundred percent correct now, are you?” He winked at the loser standing next to her, probably just a boyfriend by their ring-less fingers, and the guy gave a complicit chuckle.
    “Shit, Lisa, he’s got your number right. You couldn’t find your way out of a paper bag if you had to.”
    Lisa scowled but decided to let the matter go. “Who cares? He’s here now and we can have the ride of our life.” She reached for her boyfriend’s arm and gave it a squeeze. “I can’t wait.”
    Clyde Hensley gave his sunniest smile. “Let’s get the paperwork out of the way and get you up there.” He handed them a standard release form and a pen. They scrawled down their names without reading the papers and handed them back.
    He checked over their signatures.
    “Okay, so you’re Lisa and Dylan, right?”
    They nodded.
    “I’ll just need your payment and we’ll get you on the boat and up into the great blue yonder.” He moistened his lips with his tongue. “That’ll be one hundred and forty dollars.”
    “You said one hundred on the phone,” Lisa said, her voice wary.
    “That’s right. It’s an even hundred if you want to go up nine hundred feet. I thought you wanted to go up to twelve.”
    Lisa crinkled up her nose at Dylan. “What do you say, babe? Want to go even higher?”
    “Sure.” He pulled out his wallet and counted seven twenties. He handed them to Clyde as if he expected some sort of reward.
    Clyde nodded and stuffed them into the pocket of his shorts. “Great. Higher the better, is what I always say.” He hustled them down to the dock and into the speedboat. Moments later, they were rumbling away from the shore and heading under the bridge.
    “Hey sport,” Clyde called over the hum of the engine. “Want to steer while I get them harnesses set up?”
    Dylan lurched to the front of the boat and took the wheel. Clyde made sure the harnesses were connected to the cable and motioned for Lisa to come to the stern where a dive platform was set up.
    “Here you go, sweetheart,” he said. “Fasten on a life jacket and then climb into a harness.” He waited to see if she needed assistance, noticing that her thighs were rapidly becoming a rosy pink. She did as he asked and waited expectantly. “Now let’s get that boyfriend of yours saddled up.”
    Clyde took the wheel back from Dylan. “Go on back there and get a life jacket on, then step into the harness like Lisa.” Dylan nodded. He licked his lips nervously and Clyde had