leans against a brick wall. His black jacket is torn at the shoulder. He checks his watch. Then his SIG SAUER P320 – one in the chamber.
Shooter grins – blood on teeth.
The last shooter stumbles out, pistol jammed.
Vince’s burner phone vibrates. A text: “He knows. Move now or you’re dead.” He doesn’t move. He’s waiting for – a CI who’s late.