"Rrrring"
"Hello?" I said surprised that someone had this number other than the agency.
"Aaron is dead!" My mother's voice was high-pitched, and tightly strung with emotion.
"Wha?.. how? When did this happen?" I said stuttering.
"He was shot in the head last night after he got in a fight.
"With who?" I asked anxously awaiting an answer
"Well, he was mugged by a gang, but he fought back" she said I could hear her tears pouring out of her eyes
The leader must have called this agency.
"Oh... I have to... Buisness."
I hung-up, sitting in my office cradling my head in my hands. I walked
outside. Who could have done this? Probably a hitman, but in times
square This agency is the only place to get the "service" out of all city.
Maybe it was one of us. After work I'll check the files.
After about three hours I asked Darcy for some files. She discreetly handed
me all of the files after I slipped her a twenty. I checked all of
the newer files. A man named Scott King Had a recent contract. His target
was a Mr. Aaron Pallow; my brother.
