Chapter 51 Still Hunting

• The five assassins lay low, eyes fixed on the hotel, when Logan’s voice came. “You see that? On the far end; someone else is watching.”
• Across the street, half-hidden in a crumbling doorway, a scrawny man leaned forward, notebook in hand. He wasn’t one of Horace’s men. His camera’s faint click was the giveaway. A journalist? A snitch? Whoever he was, he wasn’t supposed to be there.
• Before Darren could even mutter a warning, the air shifted. A faint whisper of fabric against air, almost inaudible.