It had been more than an hour. We were all increasingly losing our patience. It seemed difficult to continue focussing on the target.
“Should we forfeit the plan? I am tired and thirsty,” I complained in a whisper to Emanuel. I was deliberately making an excuse to rid myself of the burden of assisting the others in the murder.
He held my hand, kissed the back of it and then cajoled me, “It wouldn’t take much longer. I believe he will leave his friends at some point in his day.”
“He’s making this even more difficult than it should’ve been. We’ve been sitting in the same position for so long, watching him eating and enjoying his life with his friends. Don’t you think that it’s hard to kill him when he’s smiling like that? If he hadn’t orchestrated the previous attack, we wouldn’t have
