Chapter Twenty-Two

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Marcus’ chose another Opera from Puccini, Tosca. I am sure that these two would appreciate the piece they were listening to. I sat opposite the Italians with Marcus at the head of the table. Even if I don’t like either of them there is some softness in Giuseppe’s eyes. He is old school Italian. He was born to this life. He did not have a choice. Not like Marcus. But that is not an excuse for Marcus being a contract killer either.    The first course of minestrone soup was brought. Marcus even had a say in the menu tonight, ensuring that his guests were given an authentic Italian meal alongside the subtle Opera we listened to. I ate it in silence as they discussed a business deal in Florida. A contract killer paid as much as Marcus was, was clearly in high demand and worth a lot. The fact

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