Vinnie doesn't know who the dude in the apartment is, or why the mob wants him dead so badly. But the money offered was way too good to pass up, and as his contact had said. "Nobody will tie you to us, and with the Feds watching us, we need someone on the outside to take care of this. Do it good and you'll get plenty more jobs like this."

He had checked his numbered account in the Caymans the day after the meeting, half the fee was there as arranged, with the other half promised on completion.

There is just the minor detail of the actual hit itself left to do.

He slips along the side alley and stops by the back door of the apartment block he had been watching. He tries the handle on the door. It is locked. Not a problem.

Quietly he breaks the ancient mechanism and slips inside.