Chapter Twenty-One
Jay stopped the car.
He’d lost Crispy Assassin a while ago, but he didn’t want to turn around and head back just yet. Not empty-handed. Everyone would think he’d lost his edge.
He drove past forests and grassy fields until he reached another town. His phone sat in the cradle, a nice little hole drilled through it, courtesy of stray gunfire. He reached for it and the cradle collapsed, dropping the destroyed phone into the footwell.
Great, he thought. I can’t even surveil someone properly.
He pocketed his monocular and smashed phone, leaving the baseball cap, then headed for the old town on foot. Following the pavement between crooked apartment buildings, he reached the main square, only to find it deserted. It was almost midnight heading into Saturday, and while the
