PROLOGUE
Just after one a.m. on a typical November 2010 night in Tucson, Arizona, and the target was late. The killer had been given his prey’s schedule in advance, a schedule that usually had no variations whatsoever.
Until tonight it seemed.
The Raven, as he was called by those who hired him, was not the least bit bothered by this. One could not be in this line of work and last long at all if impatience or other infirmities could not be controlled. He was among the best at his craft; with over a hundred kills to his credit already, and with zero success of any law enforcement agency worldwide at even identifying, much less catching, him, he deserved both the rating and the respect he held.
He was engaged by his clientele through extremely anonymous means – typically through interesti
