TYSON
There are five hitmen waiting for me in the parking lot and it's environs.
I have seen them arriving and getting instructions from Antonio, my business associate turned foe.
That doesn't baffle me. What does is a man I have seen discreetly photographing my car. He looks like a professional and my eyes are on him, watching his next move.
He does nothing more except the photography then after he's through he walks to a car across the street, a gray Chevrolet and sits in the driver's seat, doing nothing. I can't tell whether there are other people in his car as the windows are tinted. I am also sure that Antonio and company don't know about his existence.
The time to move is now. I rise from the table, having moved the desert eagle to my jacket pocket for easy retrieval.
I notice
