Kill you? repeated Gabriel, looking quizzically at Friesen. I believe the going rate for rubbing someone out is $5 grand. I’m prepared to write you a check for twice that amount, Friesen said, taking a sip of his coffee. You’re serious? You expect me to murder you? Friesen nodded. This is nuts, Gabriel got up from his chair. I think you should leave.
Don’t you want to hear why? I think you might change your mind. Gabriel made a show of looking at his Casio before shaking his head and sitting down. He reluctantly nodded for Friesen to continue. So begins a roller coaster ride involving crazed killers, civic corruption and the Russian Mafia.