Pop!
I rechecked the bullets, pushed the gun between his eyes, and waited for him to beg for his life. Today was me doing my job, the only thing I could control at the moment to get Sonya off my brain. After the explosive fight at my condo, I needed to kill something, and I couldn’t get my hands around Tulio’s neck or hers, so I took a job to find the guy that Savio stated was spying on one of our properties.
“Who hired you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just work for the city.” Snot and sweat dripped down his face. He was stocky and short with floppy, brown hair and a small mustache, wearing a too-small white shirt.
I squatted down in front of him and placed the gun under his chin.
“Do you know who I am?”
He shook his head.
“I’m the last person you see before you die.
