I feel the blood seeping through my shirt as I approach the body to check for pulse. The stabbing pain in my side gets worse when I jump to the balcony below. The not-too-wide deck happens to be right above the study where I saw Nera earlier. The light spilling from the ground-floor room turns off just as I throw a look over the railing. My time is up, yet I still haven’t disposed of the last hitman. f**k. With a gun in hand, I open the balcony door and slip inside the room.
It takes me a moment to get my bearings since I’ve never been inside Nera’s home. However, I’ve scouted the grounds and looked at the building blueprints the night I returned to Boston, so I have a general idea of the layout. Her rooms are on this upper floor, but face the other side of the property. With no time to w
