En cours de chargement...
"Kill you?" repeated Gabriel, looking quizzically at Friesen. "I believe the going rate for rubbing someone out is $5 grand. I'm prepared to write you a check for twice that amount, " Friesen said, taking a sip of his coffee. "You're serious? You expect me to murder you?" Friesen nodded. "This is nuts, " Gabriel got up from his chair. "I think you should leave." "Don't you want to hear why? I think you might change your mind." Gabriel made a show of looking at his Casio before shaking his head and sitting down.
He reluctantly nodded for Friesen to continue. So begins a roller coaster ride involving crazed killers, civic corruption and the Russian Mafia.