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SPILT BLOOD FOCUSES THE MIND
Jake crunched up the gravel path leading to the modern red brick house. He opened and closed the gate carefully, silently, then strolled nonchalantly across the tiny lawn and along the front of the house. As he moved, he listened for sounds coming from inside. He checked the windows for lights from within. He neither heard nor saw anything to cause him concern. It didn’t seem as though the target’s wife or anyone else was in. Not that it matters, he thought.
He made his way to a big, dark shrub at the top of the drive and waited beside it. His heart was pumping with adrenaline but, as always, he was calm, constantly assessing.
I love this, he thought, smirking to himself. This is real!
He considered himself a true professional. Listening for the sound o
