The assassin exhaled with relief when he stepped out from the back entrance of the Urban Mirage Club.
This was close, but he shook Hayes off. Now he could try to kill him again, find a better method, a better plan…
A man in dark clothing who stepped in front of the assassin made him pause. The assassin's experienced gaze spotted an outline of a gun under the man's jacket.
Jolting like a spooked rabbit, the assassin turned in another direction and ran—only to stop when another man stepped forward to block his retreat.
'Shit.'
***
As soon as Tristan stepped outside the club, there was a call on his phone.
He picked it up.
"The bastard tried to run, but we got him, boss! Like you warned us, he left from the back exit!"
"Got it. Keep him down and move out of sight. Avoid cameras, there's a ton of them."
