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Chapter 5

Silence befalls the room. Only the sound of Jackson closing the door fills the room. He takes a seat at the head of the table. His eyes switch to my own first then he looks to the others.

He smiles while twirling the knife thrown at him earlier in his hands. It's something boyish how he does it. Maybe it's the smile or his eyes that lack the hard edge that so many of us have. He seems approachable like he wouldn't hurt a fly. But then you watch him spin the knife, round and round, and then you realize he could use it to kill someone.

"It's okay, everyone. You can breathe now. I'm not going to start throwing knives at everyone."

"So, is it true we're all getting a million dollars?" Brandon asks. Whose contract is this for them to want to pay six million dollars to have someone killed? Jackson merely nods his head and plants his feet on top of the table. "Great, so, where are they?"

Jackson's lips turn into a tight line. Aha, this is why it's a million-dollar contract. There's more to this mission. This was too good to be true. Why would a million-dollar contract just require a quick gunshot to the head?

"I don't really know," he confesses.

"Do you know what they look like?" I ask. We need something to start with. I always get a picture. That's the bare minimum for any job.

"No," he answers immediately.

My eyebrow twitches. "Do you know anything useful for that matter? It's going to be a little hard for us to find our million-dollar man if we don't know anything at all." We're not fucking magicians.

Jackson avoids my eyes and picks up a nearby remote. Everyone turns their attention to the descending screen. "For right now, this is all I have. This is all the information I've collected so far."

The screen shows five headshots. But one picture catches my eyes. Rodrigo...I just killed him. Why is he on the screen?

"The client has requested for us to take out the heir of the Morte human trafficking ring. No one has ever seen his face except for these five people. The two older men are the leaders of different drug organizations. Brooklyn, I'm sure you're familiar with one of them."

"I'm aware of him. I killed him a few days ago."

So Rodrigo knew this faceless man. I probably saw him without me even knowing. Come to think of it. He did have plenty of men dressed in suits there. I wrote it off as bodyguards or friends, but one of them could have been our target. I close my eyes. Who was there? What did they look like?

"Did you learn anything useful?"

Useful? I didn't listen to what he said most of the time. I was just trying to get him alone most of the time. "I don't know... maybe?"

"He talked about a lot of things. But I only listened to about half of it. I only had my eyes on the prize the whole time." Eyes on the prize, as in his death.

"Well, that's good enough for me. We can discuss it over lunch."

Lunch? "I'll rather not. I have to water my plants." I'm not going to lunch with him.

"We can do it together," he quips.

"You are not going anywhere near my house."

"Well, then we better go out for lunch like I first suggested."

I tilt my head, and he matches my small gesture. While I frown, he keeps the smile on his face. Silence, not a single word is exchanged, but an entire war is being played in our eyes.