life. death. vengeance. baby.

thirty-three. vengeance.

Oh my god. He found out who hired these bastards. I couldn't believe it.

"Who was it?"

"Let's just talk about the money first..."

"Look... I'm a man of my word. If you tell me who it was, I'm gonna tell Tony he can start giving the money to your wife. You can tell him yourself..."

"Okay. Thank you."

"So, who was it?"

He hesitated for a few seconds, just to see how I would react and then he said:

"John Smith."

What?

Who?

I don't know anybody named John Smith. And what kind of name is John Smith? I mean come on... how many guys named John Smith are probably out there? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? Probably even more. What the hell? How should I possibly find the one who's responsible?

"I don't know anybody named John Smith."

"Well, that was only his first answer anyway."

"What?"

"A guy named John Smith came and hired them to kill Peter Morgan. So, they did."

He was looking at the guards in the room and then he continued:

"But about six months later, that same guy came back and hired them to kill somebody else. He told them to make it look like an accident, so that nobody would make a connection between the two incidents."

Oh my god. He actually found something out. There was a connection. There was a conspiracy. I'm not fucking insane.

"So, what did you mean, when you said his first answer was the guy's name was John Smith?"

"Well, although they usually just did whatever they were hired to do, they thought it was pretty strange that the guy came back. They wanted to make sure that they wouldn't get caught. And of course, they didn't buy the fact that his name was John Smith. So, they decided to do a little research on the guy. They ultimately decided to accept the contract."

Damn.

This thing was getting stranger by the second. I didn't know what to think anymore.

"So, what was his real name?"

The guy looked at me for at least ten seconds. I guess, I could not hide the fact that I was desperate to hear what he found out, any longer.

"His name is Vincent Moore."

I heard that name before. I had to think about it for a second.

"Does that ring a bell?"

I nodded.

"How did you find all this out?"

"It's better that you don't know..."

"Alright."

It took me about a minute to get back to earth.

"Thank you! I'll make sure your wife will get the money. I'll promise you that..."

"Thank you."

Tony's friend waved at one of the guards and I stood up. It was a shame that I couldn't shake the guy's hand because I owed him everything. And I wasn't lying... I made sure that his wife got the money, of course...

On the drive home I called Tony.

"Hey, Tony."

"Hey, D. What's up?"