“Do you know what I have here?” Lex asks.
I’m impressed. Despite his injuries, the blood seeping from various wounds, the bruises blooming on his skin, the guy stands tall, head held high and he shows no fear.
Lex holds up the cell phone, “Last message. Received at seven twenty three today,” He mocks a cough to clear his throat, ’let me know when it is done. Wire transfer ready.’ By someone named V. That doesn’t happen to be Valentine, now does it?”
The guy stays quiet.
“It’s okay,” Lex shrugs, “I don’t need you anymore.”
I don’t have time to grasp the meaning of his words before he pulls out his gun and shoots the guy in the chest.
The guys eyes bug out of his head and his head angles down to look at the wound in his chest. Blood spurts and dribbles from the wound, streaming over his skin like a leak in a tap.
And then he is dead. Gone.
Like he never existed at all.
Lex turns to me, the gun still dangling from his fingertips, “We have him little bird.” Fingers trail down the side of my face, “It’s time you have your vengeance.”