"Shut up." Slick had to spit out the words once again. It usually happened this way. They would be in hiding, and someone (usually Deuce) would be asking a string of irrelevant questions. Sometimes, he wondered if working alone would be the best case scenario.

They had finally located Snowman, and now waited for her to step out of the house so they could sneak in. Her home was right beside a flower boutique, the floral scents strangling his nostrils.

Then, she stepped out, a gown flowing down her body and accentuating her curves. A man, a familiar man in a hat, walked her to his car. Slick's mouth fell open.

"Isn't that your brother?" Deuce asked from behind a newspaper in the back. Slick ignored him. Did Jack really think he could get to her first? He had a mission of his own, and without the bragging rights of killing Snowman, how were they supposed to kill Scratch? Word on the street claimed Condesce was behind the missing kid scandal. He knew it wasn't true, and he was looking right at the man behind it all. Jack Noir. He had plans of his own, one of them being "working with Scratch and Snowman."

No.

That wasn't the case at all. He had darker motives.