I shouldn’t have been there.
The assassin was one of the world’s best, and my anonymity was assured. I was promised a clean shot, one bullet, one dead annoying business rival.
I could have been in meetings all day, I could have gone golfing, I could have stayed home ‘sick’ and drunk wine and eaten cheese all day, toasting my newfound freedom.
But I just had to see the look in his face when the bullet hit him, I had to see the life drain from his eyes. So I was there.
And he ducked to pick up a penny…