WATSON OPENED HIS DOOR a crack to watch Archer leave. Once the elevator doors had closed, he sat down at his desk and rolled his head to each side, stretching his neck and calming his nerves. Pulling up a database, he entered the name Nick Archer, Mid-City residence, and the cell phone number on the LAPD business card his administrative assistant had given him before he took the meeting. Once the results came up, he picked up his phone.
“Yeah,” said the voice on the other end of the line.
“I’ve got another job for you.”
“Where?”
“1676 S. Longwood. Mid-City. Eliminate all residents.”
“Usual pay?”
“More if it’s done tonight,” Watson said, loosening his tie.
“On it.”
