Now Davenport confronts an entirely new kind of adversary. Her name is Clara Rinker, a Southern woman, trim, pleasant, attractive — and the best hitwoman in the business. She isn’t showy, not one of those movie killers; she just goes quietly about her business, collects her money and goes home.It’s when she’s hired for a job in Minnesota that things become complicated for her. A defense attorney wants a rival eliminated, and that’s fine. But then a witness survives, the attorney starts acting weird, this big cop Davenport gets on her case, and loose ends begin popping up faster than a sweater unraveling. Clara hates loose ends, and knows of only one way to deal with them: You start cutting them off, one after the other, until they’re all gone.