RAFAEL
I had just finished wiping the remaining blood off my hands and it wasn’t mine. It never was these days, Armando made sure of that. His jobs were always neat… or at least they were supposed to me. Mine never was.
Thankfully, the people I had been killing were ones who deserved it, not innocent or oppressed people. I can’t bring myself to do that. And the ones who were innocent like the man I had been ordered to kill tonight were lying low in another country by now, under new names, new papers and a new life. I had checked his pulse before he left, it was strong and beating steadily. Which meant that I hadn’t broken my oath yet… I was a doctor who healed in daylight and pretended to kill at night. Maybe I am a hypocrite, but at least I’m a living one.
Armando thought that I woul
