Edward
The woods were still breathing behind me, thick with blood and the scent of fear, but I was already thinking of the next one. The first body lay sprawled behind a birch tree, neck at the wrong angle, gun still warm in his hand. Marcus had sent amateurs first. That was his mistake.
But I didn't blame him because he knew me as a professor here and not the overall Lord of the Mafia world.
He should have investigated who I was before trying to kill me.
The SUV they had come in was still idling near the roadside, tinted windows reflecting nothing but trees and the moon. I slipped into the shadows, crouching behind a rotting log as another pair came into view, moving cautiously. Not cautious enough though.
Three heartbeats. Two above ground. One in the car. I waited for the wind to
