"My name is Rasco Truscetta. I am from Russia, and you have brought it to my attention that you are in need of my services?" I nod, taking removing a picture of Dain from my purse to show the rugged man. He was nothing that I had imagined him to be, there was no long trench coat, and grey fedora, there was simply jeans and a maroon faded tshirt. You woupdve never suspected him in the crowd.
"My name is-"
"Ocean Devila, I know. But i would rather I get to know you a lot less Ms. Devila." He says, and I nod. "I am a retired member of the FBI service, and now I help others with my intelligence. I do want to know though. What exactly do you need?"
"I'm looking for my ex boyfriend's murderer." He nods, not seeming surprised.
""Isn't that the police's job?"
"Well, the case was dropped sud
