Roshenge had many such alleys where men, hurried in shape and form, bustled through the crisscrossing lanes. As he walked faster and faster, looking around him, he frequently looked back over his shoulder.
His name was Asa Patton, an informant Sean White had planted close to Cole Rodriguez.
He quickly walked through one alley and had just entered another when he bumped into two people, he turned and ran.
Bang!
His hat was pierced by a bullet, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground.
The sound of leather soles walking calmly echoed.
"Running away still?"
In the deep alley at dusk, the voice echoed, and with a gust of wind, it swept eerily through the air.
Like the king of hell demanding a life.
Asa Patton's eyes were full of terror; he didn't stand up but turned around trembling, "Mr. Rodriguez, please spare my life."
"Don't you know my rules?" Rodriguez was of mixed blood, with a pair of amber eyes that were deep and charming when he smiled.
