"Are you sure that's the man?"
Another nodded confidently.
"I'm certain."
"The boss wants to speak with him personally."
The first man frowned.
"You really think he's connected to Preston's disappearance?"
"I do."
"Preston and his men vanished immediately after confronting him. Preston wanted to get the girl."
"Preston wanted to get the girl. How fucking typical. I can't count how many times that horny piece of shit has landed us in a mess."
"Fine by me. It's the only reason we get paid the big bucks."
"Babysitting," someone spat on the ground.
The group fell silent. They didn't love being the bad guys, but they sure as hell loved the money.
"Cut the chatter. Let's do the job and head home," the boss said.
Everyone had their reasons for being here.
They weren't going to turn over a new leaf in the middle of a job.
This was no time for introspection, second guessing, or growing a conscience.
That was what shrinks were paid for.
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