Mr. Wraith had spent the entire week drunk, slumped in his chair before his desk, taking aim at a family portrait on the wall with Calvin's soft air gun. To those observing from the outside, it seemed as though Mr. Wraith had resigned himself to the fact that he would never find Mallory or his family. But that couldn't be further from the truth. In reality, Mr. Wraith had quietly hired another hitman. This time, he had done his homework and paid a substantial expense. The new hitman was relentless, a bloodhound when tracking down the lost, and like a phantom in the night, he could make them vanish without a trace. Mr. Wraith had placed a hit on Mallory and the last known whereabouts of his traitorous family.
And now, all Mr. Wraith could do was wait—wait for the confirmation that Mallory had been eliminated and his devious family located.
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