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Evers
Evers visited with Ignazio Tomasini before returning home. “I’ve thought about your offer a lot, Ignazio, and I think we’re close to an agreement,” He said, sipping coffee. He saw the man’s face break into a smile, and from his spot on the terrace watched a small dog chase a cat up a tree.
“That’s Killer, a holy terror. He’s half the size of the cat, but he believes he’s a German Shephard. If he ever saw himself in the mirror, he’d drop his tail between his legs and hide in a corner. He even intimidates the Dobermans I have patrolling the grounds.”
“I could use a killer to solve my problems.”
“You want him, he’s yours,” Ignazio said.
“Thanks, but it isn’t that killer I want.” Evers watched Ignazio’s smile collapse as he maintained eye contact. “A man I sent to do a job cross
