"So you killed your competition… well, I guess somebody had more money to hire a professional to do the job, huh?" Joseph shook his head. "And they'll ask who did it… maybe you just started a war between two families."
"Well, I wasn't hired by a gangster or the mafia, and secondly, it would be disrespectful to you to die that way, gunned down by some pitiful gangster." He said, and something about his voice was different now.
"Oh, then who hired you?" Joseph asked, genuinely surprised by it.
The old man laughed. "Joseph, you have so many enemies that it's unbelievable you're still alive… and maybe that's your power, that people first wait to see what you do, how you act, and then decide to kill you… they want to know which side you're on." He shook his head. "But I already know that you're on nobody's side. You're on your own in the jungle."
"Yeah… I do have some enemies… but who hired you?"
"Guess."
Guess, huh… who would hire a professional to kill me?
