"And they leave bleached floors that are way more suspicious," I snorted. "The cops think I am a cleanliness freak," I rolled my eyes at that. I was far from it.
"You aren't even messy or reckless. They barely do anything at the crime scene. You are a cleanliness freak. You're sort of scary when you start cleaning your weapons," he admitted with a light laugh. It was not the first time someone had told me that. Daisy reminded me rather frequently that she kept away when I got to the task of leaving my equipment spotless.
"So, you were going to tell me about my next target," I prompted.
"Armando Francis," he said as if it was explanation enough. I motioned to him to continue. "After Luke's sudden 'demise,'" he scoffed, "there was a void in the arms market. Francis had been around for some time but wasn't as infamous as Luke. Because of high demand, his sales went up and the void in the supply was filled. He's a pretty big name, now."
