Friday. Landover, MD.
LEE STOOD IN THE kitchen of the modest, two-bedroom house considering his options.
In the garage, he had the law clerk. That man had already wet himself.
In the spare bedroom, he had the hit man. That was going to be a tougher nut to crack, even with the man loaded full of bullets and slowly dying.
He wasn't going to get anything useful out of the hit man, but he was still a tool. Something Lee could use to make his canary sing.
"Bring the Asian guy in the garage." Lee needed to make this happen today. With someone reporting back on him, it was only a matter of time until his clients once more came calling.
There had to be progress soon.
He pushed open the door to the garage.
The man handcuffed and hooded on the chair in the middle of the room whimpered.
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