Episode 89

Jon

Somewhere in LA

I cleaned the gun with care, rubbing the cloth over the steel until it gleamed in the low lighting. The first rule I had learned in the academy was to always have my weapons in top shape. A dirty gun was a useless one, my instructor had said as he proceeded to show me exactly what he meant by it.

Now I kept all my weapons ready for action, but more so to calm my nerves as well.

My sweet, innocent Naomi had grown some balls. She hadn’t broken my nose but damn near had gotten a good lick in, and by the time I had hunted the vehicle down, she was long gone.

I knew where she was. She was with that bastard Kirilenko again. My discreet inquiries had told me that she had been taken by Marchetti, her voice caught on voice recognition from the wiretap on Marchetti’s phone lines.

She had fucking begged the bastard to come get her.

No one had seen them leave, however, but Kirilenko had been seen leaving his mansion and returning hours later with an occupant in the car.

I was