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“Just heard on the news that shit that went down at the motel and I thought about you. Were you there?”

“No, but I heard about it,” Ze lied. He didn’t want to admit that he was there, because then his president would send reinforcements. If the police hadn’t come to them about it, looking for him, then he felt he was in the clear.

“Yeah, it was crazy, just keep yourself safe out there and let me know if we need to send Raven your way,” Jimmy said.

“So far, I’m on schedule. I’ll take care of the job tomorrow morning, then head back.”

“Good, keep me posted.”

“I will, prez,” Ze said, then he ended the call. He knew the location where the senator would be making his speech and his plan was to go to that location hours before to set up his spot. He ate his pizza when it came, then spent time staring at the ceiling thinking about everything that had happened. The man looked to be in his late forties, early fifties, even though he fucked like a beast to Zaire. The stamina–my god! And the man’s cock had been a little piece of heaven all by itself. It was almost a cruel cosmic joke that the perfect man for Ze was one he had to kill. Life couldn’t be less fair. If he had to hunt this man, then he needed to know who he was. One thing that was very significant was the tattoo of a vicious looking tiger on his back. He pulled out his cell phone and contacted Snoopy.

“Hey Ze,” Snoopy greeted when he answered.

“Hey, Snoopy. Listen, I need a favor, but this needs to stay just between you and me, got that?” Ze said.

“Yeah, sure, what’s up?”

“I’m going to need you to dig deep on the web and see if you can find out anything about an assassin with a tiger tat on his back,” Ze said.

“An assassin? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just want to know… get me anything you can on any man in his late forties, early fifties with that tattoo. You might not find anything, but look anyway,” Ze told him.

“Sure, I’ll get right on it. Are you sure everything is fine?”

Ze sighed. “I’m fine, I told you.”

“Okay, I’ll see what I can find out.”

“Oh, you know what, see if you can hack into the security footage of this hotel.” Ze gave Snoopy the hotel’s information. “If you can, search for the footage from today and look for a man that was with me on the elevator. If you can get a look at his face, do a facial recognition scan and see what you can get on him.”

“Is he the assassin?”

“Don’t ask questions, prospect. He’s a person of interest. And if you tell anyone about this phone call, you won’t get my vote when it comes time,” Ze warned him.

“I promise, I won’t tell anyone,” Snoopy said. “If their cameras are on their WIFI servers, it should be easy. I’ll get back to you once I have the information.”

“Thanks,” Ze said, then he hung up. He thought about the fight again, how excited he’d been, hell, how hard his cock had been, probably from the moment the man had leaped out on him. Just how in the fuck did he know he was there? How was he tracking him? Shit, he’d been alone in his hotel room for god knows how long after he’d been knocked out and even before that when he was lying in wait. He could have bugged all kinds of shit. He needed to know.

Ze looked up army surplus stores in the area, then left his hotel room. It took him a little over half an hour of driving to get to the closest one. He purchased a few items, one main one being a GPS detector. He was already kicking himself for not having one in the first place. He wondered if his mystery assassin was watching him at that very moment. Was he thinking about what they’d done as well?

Ze couldn’t get it out of his mind. How the man’s lips on his set him on fire, and how the flames were stoked even more with every kiss, nibble, lick, and suck he’d planted all over Ze’s body. He couldn’t believe how he obeyed the man’s commands, even dropping to his knees and sucking the man off just because he’d ordered him. God, what was wrong with him? He closed his eyes and shook his head as he sat behind the wheel of his automobile. He drove somewhere private, where one would have to expose themselves if they wanted to see him. He was blocked by buildings on three sides and that gave him the cover to check his car more thoroughly.

There, under the oil cap, he got a signal. He twisted the cap off and looked under it. “I’ll be damned,” he said to himself. “Clever fucker.” He tossed the device, then checked the car again. This time, he didn’t find anything else. He twisted the cap back into place, then climbed inside and drove back to his hotel room. Again, he checked all over, and there was nothing. So, either the assassin figured Ze would never find his tracker on his car, or he wanted more of a challenge. Either way, the game was moving to another level.

Ze looked around the room, which was in shambles, with blood everywhere. He’d purchased some cleaning equipment while he was out and he got to work getting the blood stains out of the carpet, walls, and off the furniture. He picked up the items that had fallen to the floor and put them back into place and cleaned up the food that had been wasted. Lastly, he removed the bloody bedspread and took that to the hotel trash compactor and tossed it in before returning back to his room. The only thing that couldn’t be fixed was the TV, which had been destroyed during their fight. Well, nothing he could do about that, so he didn’t concern himself. Getting rid of blood and semen evidence was what was important to him.

Three hours later, Ze headed to the location where the senator would be making his grand speech in eight hours. He parked a mile away in a parking garage in a spot where there were no cameras. He got out of his car, grabbed his gym duffle bag that contained a change of clothes, his sniper rifle, and provisions as well as his tablet. Next, he stole a car that was quite common. The less conspicuous, the better, then he drove to the building he’d be using. Finding a parking spot was a challenge, but he got one a block away. Security was lax as no one was in the area near the convention. He was a nice distance away, taking up his perch on the tenth floor of a building two thousand meters away from the convention stage.

The location of the speech and any buildings within a two-mile radius with vacant spaces map that Snoopy had given him was a huge help. He’d chosen this building specifically because of the gym on the first level and vacant apartments above it that faced the convention. He was in one of the empty apartments, and the only downside was that the water wasn’t working. He had some bottles of water packed with him, and some food that didn’t need to be refrigerated.

He set up his rifle and then peered through the scope to make sure his aim was directed at the stage. Once satisfied, he leaned his back against the wall to prepare for the long wait. The sun would be up in a few hours, so he decided to get a bit more rest in. Before he could drift off, his cell phone buzzed and he answered after checking his caller ID.

“What do you have for me?” Ze asked Snoopy.

“Nothing about an assassin with a tiger on his back, but I was able to hack into the hotel’s security cameras. It was easier than I thought it would be. Anyway, I found the footage you wanted and the man. After doing the facial scan and search, I discovered that he owns an art gallery in Chicago. He’s pretty rich and well-connected. Is he your next target? I didn’t find anything on him that was shady,” Snoopy said.

Interesting, Ze thought. “What’s his name?”