Frank Railey era un uomo come tanti.
In 42 anni di vita onesta era riuscito a conquistarsi la poltrona di vice direttore della filiale della Bank of America in his neighborhood.
was not married, he considered too costly and demanding life as a family man with a mortgage still to pay and many habits to be met. Its existence
proceeded slowly and without emotion: the beer Wednesday night with two old friends from high school, on Saturday at Giants Stadium, sometimes even unable to go to the movies, but only on Sundays.
His refrigerator was an example of perfect order, with all the bowls of interlocking portions.
He had never had trouble with the law, not even a fine for no parking, so it is not a little surprised when they ordered him to be in the center that morning in September. Thus
Frank came to know of the existence of another Frank Railey, totally different from him: it was a special agent infiltrated the mesh in a very dangerous criminal organization.
Frank was reconvened for the next day, we needed further investigation, he had even heard of a possible change of identity.
Frank went out early that morning, he needed a little 'time to reflect. He decided to cross the desert park yet.
After a couple of minutes he heard himself called, turned around when the shot exploded.
We do not know how, but Frank was able to understand what was going on, even for a moment he seemed to see the bullet stopped in midair.
"Here we are," thought "now I will pass your whole life ahead, like in the movies." Frank
then concentrated, even a smile hinted beforehand.
But nothing happened, the most absolute emptiness.
The bullet performed his duty in admirable fashion.
As Frank falls to the ground, the killer was already gone.
"I said that I should have been a mole in the middle," he thought while running away "we could never put a face to that bastard Frank Railey, otherwise."
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