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But Tom was too quick. He hadn’t been kicked out of the Navy for lack of skill. Just for lack of empathy.
His gun was in his hand first. He took out the men behind the lieutenant first. A bullet to the first one’s head. Two to the other man’s chest. Their own weapons didn’t even get off a shot.
Meanwhile, the fat cat was scrambling to recover his own weapon from his belt.
And so, Tom shot him in the arm.
He then shot him in the leg.
Then, while the big man was gasping desperately in pain, he shot him in the head.
Tom adjusted his suit. He turned and shot a camera behind him. It would’ve watched the door, and wouldn’t have picked up anything that had just transpired. A place like this didn’t want the conversations of its clients recorded.
There was a cook in the back and two waitresses. He would have to dispatch them too. And then, he would stage it as a hit from a rival gang or something else. He’d have fun with it. And that done, he would contact the fat man’s boss. The contract would still be open. He would proceed as if nothing had happened. Besides, even if someone suspected he had lost his temper, they wouldn’t do anything about it. The mission was too important. Too much was riding on it. In fact, even the bigwigs had their own necks on the line. And he was there to save them.
He reached down, took the napkin, and wiped at his cheek, clearing some blood spray. And then, hefting his weapon, he moved towards the kitchen in search of the three potential witnesses. No one was going to leave the restaurant alive. No one except Tom. And then, he would continue with what he did best.
And this time, he would be paid.
He whistled cheerfully, finding his mood had somewhat improved, as he moved towards the kitchen. He heard a scream. He raised his gun. Three more shots.
CHAPTER SIX
Night enshrouded her like a blanket having settled across the oceanside mansion. Cars with bright lights sat in the driveway. Police lined the road. A helicopter even patrolled above, keeping an eye on the coast.
She’d spotted the coast guard sending boats away who ventured too close to the private shores.
All of this for Mayor Castillo.
She’d seen him arrive in a white limousine.
Cora remained motionless, perched on the water tower about half a mile away. She’d scouted out other points in the area that might give a good vantage point, but the rest of them had been under heavy surveillance.
Back in her Navy days, Cora had always possessed an eye for details. She’d also had something of a reckless streak.
Fearless, some said. But Cora knew better.
Sometimes, when the adrenaline started pumping, things justchanged.Her mind would slow. Her thoughts would come fast, and she would execute.
As she lingered in the water tower, studying the mansion behind the large black gate, she considered her options. Trees crowded against the black fence. A couple of branches extended out over the enormous pool.
This,she’d decided would be her entry point.
No cops were swimming.
No cops were in the tree.
Good enough for her. That was the difference between the professionals and the wannabes. Sometimes, sticking a guard in a chimney was the best way to keep a client safe.
But she wasn’t here to kill the mayor. Just to find out what he knew...And perhaps simply to find out if there were any other clues lingering in the mansion.
And so, as she watched figures patrol in the night, she began to clamber back down the water tower. No weapon in hand and no night vision. She hadn’t come full tactical.
If she was caught sneaking into Castillo’s residence, she’d undoubtedly be in trouble. But if they found a gun on her?
That would prove deadly.
Besides...there was more equipment jam-packed in that place than most armories. If in a real pinch, she trusted her ability to disarm one of the rookie cops.
