I stared at Malik in shock while my mind try to process what I just heard.
"During the shop's break-in, those men called him the Death Dealer," I said, remembering their conversation.
Malik gave a dry laugh. "That title did stick to him, but I guess it fits. The things he'd done back in the day..." Malik let his sentence fall off, but I'm too curious to just drop it.
"Why the Death Dealer?"
Malik leaned back in his chair and shrugged his shoulders. "As the name suggests, he brings, or rather, deals, death. Alex was a mercenary, specializing in poisons. He's known to make contact with his target and then have them dead by tomorrow. It's not quick, although he could make it so, but it's cleaner and harder to trace back."
I gave him an incredulous look. "What do you mean by harder to tra
