“I never saw her,” he says. “My job was to take out the guards. That is it. Once the job was done, aseparate car dropped me off here. I didn’t see where they were taken.”
I shift the weight on my foot, digging the toe of my boot into the soft flesh of his windpipe above hiscollarbone.
The man’s eyes pop out and his lips go blue around the edges. He claws at my foot, panicked, but justas his eyes start to roll back in his head, I lift my foot and back away.
He gasps for air, but the breaths are shallow. His coughs sound wet and phlegmy.
I want to stay and end him myself. I never had any intention of letting him live. Mess with my family,and you won’t live to see another day.
But based on how much blood is in the alley, this man is dead anyway. And I don’t have the time tospare. I need
