This is like one of those movies where I keep having the same day, over and over. Only in my case, my day is spent sitting Big Apple Coffee while watching Vice’s apartment. I still need to get in there and confirm whether Vice has a picture of me.
Trouble is, Vice is now hanging out in his apartment 24/7. In the surveillance business, we have a name for guys like Vice.
Nightmare target.
Nightmare target.Vice keeps the blinds drawn low. All I can see is his shadow moving around, but I know he’s there.
There’s nothing to do but wait. I can’t sneak into a place unless I know I’ve got a solid stretch of time to look around. After all, this man’s an assassin.
I yawn. Spots appear before my eyes. Clearly, I’ve been watching this man for too long. Maybe Vice doesn’t need any sleep, but I hav
