He raised the .45.
He turned and walked back toward the stairwell, stepping over the body of the young sentry he’d left unconscious. The Punisher - Part 2
Vaccaro’s smile faltered. “No one. The roof is swept.” He raised the
And the work was never done.
“I take forty,” Vaccaro said smoothly. “And I give you something the others can’t. Invisibility. You pay for my memory. I forget every face, every name, every shipment. That’s what you’re buying.” “No one
Frank stood there for a moment, breathing the cold air. Then he knelt, picked up the flash drive, and tucked it into his vest. The names on it would take him six months to work through. Six months of blood and gunpowder and sleepless nights.
Frank stopped two feet away. He could smell the man’s cologne—sandalwood and fear.