Taste of Revenge

sual seat, and strange as it was, he fou

patron out of his way, and Nathan sh

eone who'd owned the place for ye

girls for J

amusement Nathan might have felt at his frie

a caught the signal, walking

Nathan opened it and found the instructions for the hit: location,

is all

idn't give us anything

the paper with the ember of his cigarette. But the

e weather forecast on his phone and showed it to his friend. R

g blind," he murmured,

s fingers on the tabl

will go off without a hitch." Walter dragged a hand down his face.

de, in a man who used to run through every var

ter let out

s preg

lips. June was the bastard daught

e his friend lit a cigarette and exhaled the

ash before all this blows up in your face. It's no p

gave a

and showed him the small cut on his chee

n considered his glass, the amber l

to defy her father. He remembered the perverse gleam in her eye the time they'd dr

to get married

deeper into his seat and

out the kind of demon Walter was bringing into his hous

o feel sorry f

turned serious. "You know

akness they couldn't afford. A chi

at him with a

me, what wo

ged, letting

t, I'd rather the bishop scatter

nt. Still, Nathan stayed lost in thought a moment. The idea

was calm, but in the distance lightni

all but forced to build someth

held her bloodied hand, and he looked down at his own, with that s

He'd leave without looking back, practice law

. Only a madwoman would give up

d toward Gloria, pointing at the trio of new girls, but before follow

So he tossed a bill under the glass and tucked another betw

art," he said, sorr

ingle. Nathan loosened his tie as the silence of the pe

ports without fully taking in the information, thanks to the jo

oice. Benson was the best source for answer

," the co

umber," Nathan said

minutes until

Hispanic. Clea

e photo once more; he remembered her from the Winds

check tho

breathing came

ired of her face, because I don't see a threat her

illance team. The report only confirmed h

n could know about that bastard, but he understood that

d her wiped off the map,

ow the wor

pment couldn't have just vanished. The delay was putting his crew under the micro

g the right thread, his fami

temples. The file numbers danced in front o

t. His fingers moved to the second fol

he mayor's lover and at one time his own, had stuck her nose

t the containers stacked in the distance; th

This intrusion into his terr