Some people count sheep to stay relaxed, I count my kills. It is the only thing that can keep my mind focused. I don’t want to start daydreaming in the middle of a job. That would be disastrous on so many levels.

I was about halfway through my list as I watch my target pulls up to her house in her van. She just dropped her kids off at school, the perfect time to make my move.

I was just about to begin when her youngest child steps out of the car along with her. She tightened her ponytail before picking him up in one arm and grabbing her purse with the other. He must have been sick or something, I’m not sure. But I knew I couldn’t give him lifelong emotional scars, I knew firsthand how they could mess you up forever.

I would continue to wait until the perfect time to strike, the perfect time to take out the boss of one of the biggest drugs rings in the state.