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Steven

The streetlights cast long shadows over Washington Street as Luca pulled up against the curb I looked at my Lieutenant, at the scruffy beard he refused to shave, at his hair slicked back and his dark suit tight across his chest, and took a sharp breath

The Philly street was quiet On the left was an e set vacant, the colorful play structure dripping rain froainst the curb and the single tree planted in a box by the sideaved side to side in the wind

“You ready?” I asked

“Ready,” Luca said He held up his Glock and pulled back the slide, cha a round

I nodded to hirip worn, but it was clean and reliable I’d gone over it myself twenty times in the last few days, ever since we started to prepare for this hit

“The other guys in place?” I asked

“Should be,” Luca said

I gave hi ‘should’, find out”

He nodded, took out his phone, sent a text A ot a response

“Alex and Davide are in place,” he said

“Good” I stared out the windshield The block opposite the park was filled with rowhoht on a Saturday I could juston the street corner, huddled together under a bodega overhang