When your best friend asks you to cover for her, you say yes. Even if she is a contract killer.
The plan was simple: Sneak into the party, wait for the signal, shoot the bad guy, escape.
What she failed to mention is it’s an engagement party.
My target? The groom. Who is also my ex.
His best man? My one who got away. Did I mention he’s a cop?
Now if I can just get out of this alive.