He was sitting in the room's only chair already fully dressed, idly thumbing his chin and staring off into space. "Morning," I said. He jolted a little. "Oh. Good morning." "Everything okay?" I asked, stretching lazily. "Yeah, everything's fine. Better than fine, really." I slid down the bed and sat in front of him. "Oh yeah, how's that?" He held up the prepaid phone that had been hidden in his other hand. "We've got something. My guy at the Federal Police ran our attackers' faces through their database and actually came back with matches." The look on his face told me that perhaps this wasn't all good news. "Well that's great, right? Who were they?" He gave a non-committal nod. "Our would-be killer seems to be working on his own, because he didn't use Alpha guys. It looks like he farmed the job out and basically hired two hit men. Those two guys were known muscle for Anton Silva, who is suspected to be one of the biggest crime bosses in the country." "Wow. Okay. Just another small fish then." He shot me a smile, but it was short lived.
