The Stranger in the Cafe by Maria Lynnyk

He was one of those kind of people, who never tells what is actually going to his mind.
Mr. Watson, thirty-­year-­old man, was sitting in a rundown bar, drinking whiskey with ice. He sat there without taking off leather jacket and a worn hat. The fact is, he was waiting for the call to go at any time to fulfill an important mission. He was a killer, well known for his sense of duty. However, today was an especial day. He get the target, which he could not kill. Mr. Higgins, his potential victim, and he were good friends and now he had to take a difficult decision. If it does not cope with this, his job would do someone else. So sitting at the bar, he went through all possible outcomes. Should he kill the client and lay low? Or, maybe, to perform with Mr. Higgins murder scene, then they will hide together? Killer Watson had nothing to lose, but exemplary family man? Which is his guilty before a stranger from the phone, he can not even imagine.
A few minutes later he was approached by an unknown man, putting down the envelope with the money on the bar with words: It`s for the Higgins' head. Don't try to do anything stupid, Mr. Watson. Otherwise, client knows, who you are, and where you live.
Mr. Watson on such a daring statement said: If you threaten me, I would have to cancel the deal. I know my job, and I'm not going to tolerate such statements. My job is to warn, and avoid all the misunderstanding, said the stranger.
After this conversation he disappeared. Mr. Watson finished his ill­fated whiskey and walked away. Nobody sees him after that day. And what is interesting, Mr Higgins and his wife, too. Maybe they changed their identity and flew to Miami?
Nobody has ever known. But i`m sure, that mr.Watson left them alive. Because knows his business like nobody else.