Chapter One The Bar

Everyone who pays us must believe it is the cheapest choice they have." "And if they don't?" Marcus asked. Ethan folded the blood-marked notice and placed it in a metal box. "Then we remove every other choice." Brooklyn's night was long. Ethan Russo had no money, no family, no gunmen. He had a veteran, a basement, and the bright patience of a humiliated man. New York did not notice him. That was exactly what he wanted.