Dominic's POV
"I want a clean job, you understand?" I spoke into the phone I was cradling in my right palm to my ear.
"I heard you the first ten times" the leader of the Night Watch group scoffed in my ears.
"I'm just looking out for us. What will go down must not be traceable. I hope I make myself clear" I scream into the damn phone.
No response comes from the other person on the line then all of a sudden a loud roar of laughter that causes me to remove the phone from my ears now resonates around my office.
"Don't tell me that the big bad old man is scared" Crazy Jack chuckles into the phone. "You're scared that I will somehow make a mistake and then the cops or whoever arrests werewolves will come get you because they will trace their deaths back to you" he says still clearly amused.
"I'm right aren't I"
"Just do your job well. You don't know the quantity of crime I'm about to commit"
