The man known as Bishop handed her the briefcase. She knew that wasn’t his name. Then again people called her Ivy, and that wasn’t her name either.
“So it really works?” she asked.
“Of course. A simple cocktail interacting with human enzymes…”
“Alright, I get it,” she interrupted. She licked her lips as she inspected the contents. Pure grade ‘lollipops’.
“When do I get paid ?” he asked.
A shot rang out from behind them, and Bishop’s body hit the floor a moment later.
She smiled. It wasn’t just their real names they were hiding from each other.