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breaking his neck.
    Poor bastard.
    There was a chair kicked
over underneath him - enough to give whatever idiots ended up finding him the
evidence they needed to write it off as a suicide. Which, for a no-good mobster
like Manny, they’d want to do.
    I’d been pissed and
confused before, but now I was starting to get seriously concerned. No doubt
there would be an ‘unofficial’ reason for this circulated among the underworld,
but the timing was far too suspicious for me to think it wasn’t related to my
hit tonight.
    One more pointer towards
a set-up.
    And a fucking big one at
that. The more I looked at him, the more I was taking this as a personal
message: You’re next.
    Whoever had planned this
wanted to cover their tracks - enough that they’d set-up a well known, thorough
source with false intel and then killed him afterward to avoid a trail. And if
they’d do that to an established guy in the NYC underworld, they weren’t going
to hesitate over an unknown, unaffiliated hitman that’d only been around a few
months.
    Simply the names involved
were enough to make sure of it - Kovalski and Santini. An alliance. Who
would’ve ever thought that?
    And someone obviously
didn’t want it to happen.
    The girl was a
complication. Clearly they intended me to kill Kovalski unawares, but the girl…I
have no idea what they’d thought would happen to her—
    Except I did.
    Any other hitman would’ve
just killed her outright. It’s what I should have done.
    So someone wanted Viktor
Kovalski and Antonio Santini’s daughter dead… who? Why?
    I shook my head and came
out of my crouch, still holding the gun firmly in both hands, eyes still
darting around. I didn’t know the answers, and I was starting to think looking
for them wasn’t the best idea.
    I could just leave…
    But I was reluctant to
destroy my chances of coming back to New York. I might feel the urge to move on
somewhere else every few months, but I’d come back to New York more often than
anywhere else. It was the place that felt most familiar. Growing up on these
streets did that to you, I guessed.
    Besides, having two of
the largest mafia organizations in the country after me could make life
difficult - even if they didn’t know who I was.
    So, I’d stay and see what
I could find out - and maybe, if I found a few answers, the Santini and
Kovalski families would overlook this little…mishap. It might be a long shot,
but the only reason they’d even try pursuing me would be to find out who’d
hired the hit. Most revenge focused on the client, not the agent.
    Except for those that
just wipe out everything to do with it, of course…
    But if they weren’t in a
generous mood, I could still switch to plan B: get the hell out of dodge.
    If only I knew what the
hell to do with Alessa in all this. The fact that I hadn’t killed her should
count for something with Santini, but keeping her captive probably wouldn’t do
me any favors either. And if I let her go, my one advantage of being unknown
would vanish. Then the Russians would be on my back before I could figure
anything out.
    She’s going to be the
death of you…
    I sighed and slowly rose
to my feet, focusing on getting out of here. If I was the mastermind behind
this, I would’ve left a few guys to wait and see if I showed up, but there
didn’t seem to be anyone here. I moved back through the main warehouse without
any issues, and within moments was back in my car and starting the engine.
    As soon as I was safely
away, my mind flew through my options.
    I’d planned to find out
more about both Martin Feber and my supposed client, Jamie Lee, tonight. Manny was
the one who knew more than surface level information on Martin, though, and it
was looking more and more likely that the guy had never existed.
    Seeing Manny like that, I
doubted I was going to be able to see my ‘client’ either. He was probably dead,
disappeared, or the man I’d thought he was - Jamie Lee - was someone