"Okay," Turtle nodded. Money was money, and she could kick the crap out of Annette's shin if she tried anything too bad. "Just remember. Only a truly horrible person with a soul as black as pitch does mean things to a girl on her birthday, so I suppose we'll find out what sort of person you really are, Annette Hargrove."

And, with that speech, Turtle closed her eyes and braced herself for the worst.