Fatal Hesitation

Dante

The instant we stepped into the warehouse, I knew something was wrong.

Dozen guns held, circled around us in a circle. The blinding red factory lights creating shadows on the steel walls, and the gun-toting men looking more like ghosts than hitmen.

It was a trap. A masterfully constructed one.

Alistair Colombo stood at the centre of it all, arms crossed, a smile playing at the corners of his