You didn’t know the man had been a target. All you had seen was the glint of a sniper rifle from a roof, and you’d swiftly warned him and called security. If you had known that a mercenary had been contracted to kill him, you wouldn’t have got involved in the first place.

Now, as you were walking home at night from work, you’re dragged into an alleyway and forced to feel the bite of a gun under your chin, knocking your head back harshly against brick.

“You meddled with my contract.”