BIG JACK
One would think that since Big Jack had danced with death so often, the knowledge that it was coming for him would not faze him even a little. Yet, when Neil called to say that he was sure Dante had ordered a hit on him he nearly had a heart attack.
The killer's name was The Marksman, and Big Jack knew him well enough to know just how efficient he was. This firsthand knowledge came from the fact that, on previous occasions, he had employed the man's services himself. The Marksman did not do his work like other contract killers, people who tended to leave a mess in their wake. People like Rat. The Marksman was the sort of man you called when you needed a job done so cleanly, the police would not have a case. His job, he treated like an art. He left no traces. No clues to be found. Only dead bodies. But if Big Jack was going to die, he did not wish to die an unremarkable death. He did not wish to be the dead man in an elevator, eyes rolled ceiling
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