Continued...
Not really though; I still had to drive that bastard's car and him in the trunk, all the way to his place, break in (which was easy, for the big mafia boy, he really needs a better security system), place the bloodied jacket in his wardrobe and then make it back to my building before sunrise just so I could leave for home through the front exit of the building, making sure I looked good, for the cameras you see.
Before anyone labels me a heartless bastard I'll have everyone know, I didn't leave 'fred the killer' to rot in the trunk; I had the decency to shove his unconscious ass in the front seat of his car that I left at his front porch. I'm sure when he woke up he must have thought he drank one too many and passed out in his car.
