This was the time to leave the city and he had no regrets except for a few. He wished he hadn't gotten himself into all of this in the first place but what's done is done.
He took the luggage and left the house with a sad face.
….
Camille paced about the small room she was staying in with a scowl on her face. This has been her regular routine since yesterday afternoon after she confirmed that the assassin she hired to killed Walter had failed miserably.
The bastard even had the gall to call her up and inform her that he had aborted the mission and would leave the city without bothering with the remaining part of the payment… as if she would ever give him that money.
She wished she could see him now; she would put a bullet through his bloody head! He has done nothing but ruin her life.
