Greg stepped back, his eyes fixed on Benjamin's lifeless body crumpling to the ground. The sound of sirens grew close - someone who heard the fort gunshot must have called the cops.
One of his men approached, handing him a crisp white handkerchief. Greg meticulously wiped his fingerprints from the gun, ensuring no evidence remained.
With practiced skills, wrapped Benjamin's limp fingers around the pistol, crafting the illusion of a suicide.
"Make the necessary calls," Greg instructed his man. "Ensure the authorities find Benjamin's 'suicide note'."
The man nodded, disappearing into the shadows.
Greg turned to leave, his expression unreadable. The alleyway, once a scene of chaos, was now orchestrated to conceal Greg's involvement.
As he and the remaining men walked out through the other end of the alleyway, the sound of sirens enveloped the alley, signaling the arrival of law enforcement.
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