“Agent Roberts?” I asked, confused.
“Oh, it’s you,” he said.
He was confused too. He was wringing his hands.
“What are you doing here?”
We were in front of a McDonalds.
My phone dinged.
YOU’RE WRONG.
I looked up.
It wasn’t Roberts who texted me.
“Oh, I’m just getting a bite to eat,” Roberts said.
“So how’s the investigation going, the Miles Johnson case?” I asked.
“No leads.”
“Oh well good luck with that.”
He entered the restaurant.
I was nervous now so I smoked two cigarettes.
An hour passed.
I decided to leave.
I ran into Jane outside my apartment.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Huh? Oh, nothing, just a long day.”
“You want to get dinner?”
“Not today, I’m kind of tired. Rain check?”
“Sure.”
I entered my apartment.
A man was sitting at the table.
“So you’re the famous Sicario?” he asked.
He pulled out a gun.
“Let’s talk.”
YOU ARE READING
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.
