NICHOLAS
Ted met me a couple blocks from Brian’s house, slipping a pistol into my hand. I tucked it behind my belt.
“You got eyes on him?” I asked as he fell into step beside me.
“Got home a few minutes ago. Looks like he’s packing. Probably planning a little getaway.”
I didn’t want to believe it. The Brian I knew, had known for years, wouldn’t do something like this. But here we were. I wasn’t even angry. Just… disappointed. He ended up like the rest. Another betrayal, another name on a list. I didn’t care enough to ask why he would put out a hit on me. Why would he go through all that trouble to get me?
“Go around the back.” I told Ted while I kicked down the front door with a manic grin.
Brian froze mid-motion, half-full box on the floor, stack of cash on the table.
“Going some
