It was just another normal day at the hotel, I had finished up some business the night before with Dubliner still with no leads on the location of my shooter. I was frustrated but I wanted to get back to family business...just be a little more cautious from here on out. Suddenly I get a call from Sarah at the front desk "KL a Remus is here for you."

"Remus!... who the fuck is that?... send him up, have Scratchy come along with him.

The man shows up in my office a few minutes later with Scratchy right behind him. Scratchy replies "I checked him for weapons he's clean".

Scratch stands near the desk as I order the man to have a seat "So Remus, what brings you here?". The man stares at me for a few moments before answering "Wow no scars...amazing, he must of been a terrible shot" he says while laughing slightly.

"This is funny to you huh?" I point my pistol at his face "Maybe I should see what you look like after being shot."

Man respond no-no I'm sorry its just I know Mickey... you know the guy who shot at you, and after the incident he was a bar that I happens to be at...I heard him bragging but I didn't realize he was such a horrible shot. I saw a man take him out back but I was half in the bag so I don't remember who he was or what he looks like. I lost respect for Mickey years ago... he still owes me $50 bucks the spineless bastard.

"So Remus this bar, its the one down the street correct?" yea he replies.

"And your a regular at this bar which means people know you there?" yea he says... anyway glad to see your face is still intact and then burst out laughing.

With the back of my pistol I whack him in the top of the head and as he falls to the floor I say to him "Well Remus I'm sorry your going to be my example to your Irish friends down at that bar."

On my order Scratch takes the man down the hall where 3 men using pipes beat the man seriously bad before one of them finally finishes the man off with a bullet to the head. After the hotel closes he's taking out back loaded into a car and taken to the Irish bar and dumber at the front door with a note on his chest "No more joking around".

There were no witnesses on who did this to the man as no one seen him go in or leave the hotel... This was a message to anyone who may have been involved. I had a feeling one man would show up to confront me but he had no proof.

No more games the hunt was on.