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From: AcesAndEights
Subject: Peter Aguilar
Your next target is Peter Ramone Aguilar, age thirty-seven, blond and brown, five-nine, often wears gold chains around his neck like he thinks it makes him look bad. He’ll be on third at the Gentleman’s Lounge from nine. Get in, get his information, then take him out. I’ve attached images of him buying and selling children, in case you need extra motivation.
When you’re done, let me know what you find, and we’ll keep moving forward.
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From: KingOnD8
Subject: I don’t need motivation
I’ll be there at ten. I’ll take care of it. Be ready to receive intel, because this is taking too long. You need to move faster.
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From: AcesAndEights
Subject: re: I don’t need motivation
Fuck you. Don’t tell me I’m slow on this. I work around the clock for these answers. Take what you’re given and shut your pie hole.
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From: KingOnD8
Subject: Now I want pie
Pie at nine. Pete at ten. Home by eleven.
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From: AcesAndEights
Subject: re: Now I want pie
You keep fucking around with that chick, and I’ll remove her from the equation. Don’t get distracted, Bishop. This is more important than a good time.
Ace’s easily thrown around “I’ll remove her from the equation” makes me angrier than it should. He’s so casual about it, so fucking smooth about extinguishing my beautiful neighbor’s flame like she doesn’t mean a damn thing.
All because we ate a meal together and Ace is getting jealous.
Pushing away from my desk, I stride across my apartment and stop at the windows. It’s past dinnertime; the sky outside is pitch black, and the streetlights are on. I look every damn day with my binoculars, but I never see him. I never see an apartment window that might be the one that peers into mine.
I know what to look for. I was trained to be the best, but I don’t see him no matter how often I look.
He knows about Sophia, though she’s just a girl from the diner. I’ve watched her for months, visited that diner specifically because she’s beautiful and caught my eye, but I’ve never brought her back here, never spent time in her apartment.
I’d like to do both.