He should’ve read my note.  I was the one to put it in his hand when he paid for his meal.  Although an alley isn’t my ideal meeting place, it was somewhere close to the restaurant, but not too far out of my comfort zone.  At least it was isolated and off the street.  My plan was to hear Robert out, make my decision, then go after those that were getting on my bad side.  I may be a hired gun, I may have pushed my humanity out, but when it comes to this, I blame Anna.  I should have killed her in that drainage ditch.  I should have never brought her home.  She’s become too much of a distraction.  The life that I was comfortable in, it was gone.  Two years working as a waiter.  Two years of quiet.  Gone.  Samuel even made a comment...

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