KNOCK KNOCK
I shook myself awake and shuffled to the door.
I opened it.
There was a man, fifty-seven years old, smoker, father of three, the occasional drinker but nothing worthy of being called a binge.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
The man held up a badge. “I’m special agent Roberts of the FBI and I have a few questions for you.
Fuck. I eyed my pistol laying on the coffee table.
“Come in,” I gestured.
I fingered the hunting knife in my pocket. If worse came to worse, I would be ready.
“Are you aware of the murder of Miles Johnson, the CEO of Redskull technologies?”
Shit.I was aware because I had killed him a day earlier.
“No, I haven’t seen the news yet.”
“He was stabbed in the throat in his office.”
I feigned surprise. “Oh my God, that’s awful.”
“So you know nothing about it?”
“No, I don’t.”
He handed me a card. “If you find anything out, give me a call.”
“Will do.”
He left.
I smoked a nervous cigarette and took a shower.
This is bad. This is very bad.
The phone rang.
Another job.
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Sicario
ActionA skilled hitman with a photographic memory and impeccable observational abilities fights an investigator who seeks to discover his occupation, attempts to make a name for himself, and learns to understand human interaction.
