Dog Tags

CHAPTER 75

M HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH CHAPLIN OR WILLIE, and really wouldn’t have been terribly interested anyway. He was holed up in a hotel room in Everett, Massachusetts, with nothing to do other than watch television.

M had a simple job before him, and once it was done none of the other bullshit would matter. There would still be some cleaning up to do, some people to kill, much money to collect. He would then leave the country, possibly never to come back, but he was fine with that either way.

As M stared out the window toward the harbor, he smiled to himself at the exquisite irony of it. He was waiting for his ship to come in, both literally and figuratively.

When it did, all hell would break loose.

Which most definitely was not his problem.