The sound of Marcus Kane's boots echoed against the concrete as he descended the building's stairwell. I remained on the rooftop, watching the city lights flicker below while my mind processed everything he'd revealed.
Thirty million yuan. Anonymous contractor. Detailed inside information.
This wasn't some random hit. Someone with serious resources wanted me dead badly enough to broadcast it across the dark web's most exclusive assassination networks.
I pulled out my phone and checked the time. Twenty minutes had passed since I'd left Evelyn in the car. She'd be worried sick by now.
As I prepared to leave, footsteps echoed from the stairwell. Marcus Kane was returning, moving much more quietly than before.
He emerged onto the rooftop with his hands visible, the equipment case nowhere to be seen.
"I thought you were leaving," I said without turning around.
"I was. But then I realized something."
"What's that?"
"You're going to die."