Chapter 56He watched the car from the shadows, waiting patiently for the driver to emerge. His gloved hands were already rolled into fists. His heart hammered behind his chest. He watched his own breath plume in front of his face before dissipating in the wind. In the distance a dog bark, and a siren screamed.
He took it all in.
As soon as the car door opened he lowered his black ski mask and stepped away from the building. He strode with purpose toward the man in the suit, with the long khaki colored trench coat.
Without word, or warning, he kicked the briefcase out of the man's hands.
The guy spun around.
The first punch smashed the man's nose. The second hit him square in the solar plexus. As the man doubled over, he took a hold of the back of the man's head and drove his head down
