Viola went to her apartment and had a drink for herself. Then, she thumbed Ethan's number like it was a trigger, then hit the call.
She kept the line open with Xavier on another private line. He didn't need to say much. He gave her one-word cues, and it was enough for Viola to understand him.
"Ethan," she said when he answered, voice sliding warm and low. "Got a line for you. You want Xavier dead, right? But I have an opportunity so that you can kill him with your own hands. Of course, no extra charge."
Ethan laughed low. "You sure you can do that? It better not be smoke."
Viola kept it simple, like Xavier had told her. "I earned his trust. He's soft when he shouldn't be. I can make him available. You show up, you get what you want."
"Why would you do that for me?" he asked, suspicious.
