“OK, so what now?” she shouted at the man, who was now sweating buckets despite the cold night air.
The train disappeared into the distance, taking the light with it.
“What do you think, you dumb b***h? We gonna kill yer cop ass, then collect our money,” said the would-be assassin.
McCall knew he would probably fire the next time the train came around, so she had to be either smarter or quicker.
“Well, if I am going to die, can I know why?” She heard a boot scuff the ground, as though he was kicking dirt out of frustration.
“Look, we just paid to kill ya, not chat. Got it?” the man spat.
A shiver ran down McCall's back. “What do you mean … we?” She heard the man yell to the car, then the sound of three car doors opening and closing. The others would be too far away but, hopefully, wi
