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rent you a house.”
    â€œThe one I saw, right?”
    â€œRight. More important, I’m going to rent you office space and you’re going to go there every weekday and sit in a little room and pound away until your top secret book is done. You agree to those terms or your golden ticket goes bye-bye.”
    Giorgio sits back. The chair is sturdy, but still gives out a little groan.
    â€œNow if you tell me that’s a bad idea, or even if you tell me it’s a good idea but you can’t sell it, we’ll call the whole thing off.”
    Nick holds up a hand. “Before you say anything, Billy, I want to lay out something else that makes this good. Everybody on your floor will get acquainted with you, and a lot of other people in the building, too. I know you, and you’ve got another talent besides hitting a quarter at a quarter of a mile.”
    Like I could do that, Billy thinks. Like even Chris Kyle could.
    â€œYou get along with people without buddying up to them. They smile when they see you coming.” And then, as if Billy had denied it: “I’ve seen it! Hoff tells me that a couple of food wagons stop at that building every day, and in nice weather people line up and sit outside on the benches to eat their lunches. You could be one of those people. The time waiting doesn’t have to be for nothing. You can use it to get accepted. Once the novelty of how you’re writing a book wears off, you’ll be just another nine-to-fiver who goes home to his little house in Midwood.”
    Billy sees how that could happen.
    â€œSo when it finally goes down, are you a stranger no one knows? The outsider who must have done it? Uh-uh, you’ve been there for months, you make chit-chat in the elevator, you play dollar poker with some of the collection agency guys from the second floor to see who buys the tacos.”
    â€œThey are going to know where the shot came from,” Billy says.
    â€œSure, but not right away. Because at first everyone will be looking for that outsider. And because there’s going to be a diversion. Also because you’ve always been fucking Houdini when it comes to disappearing after the hit. By the time things start to settle, you’ll be long gone.”
    â€œWhat’s the diversion?”
    â€œWe can talk about that later,” Nick says, which makes Billy think Nick might not have made up his mind about that yet. Although with Nick, it’s hard to tell. “Plenty of time. For now…” He turns to Giorgio, aka Georgie Pigs, aka George Russo. Over to you , the look says.
    Giorgio reaches into the pocket of his gigantic suit jacket again and pulls out his phone. “Say the word, Billy—the word being the passcode of your favorite offshore bank—and I’ll send five hundred grand to it. It’ll take about forty seconds. Minute and a half if the connection’s slow. Also plenty of walking-around money in a local bank to get you started.”
    Billy understands they’re trying to rush him into a decision and has a brief image of a cow being driven down a chute to the slaughterhouse, but maybe that’s just paranoia because of the enormous payday. Maybe a person’s last job shouldn’t just be the most lucrative; maybe it should also be the most interesting. But he would like to know one more thing.
    â€œWhy is Hoff involved?”
    â€œHis building,” Nick says promptly.
    â€œYeah, but…” Billy frowns, putting an expression of great concentration on his face. “He said there’s lots of vacancies in that building.”
    â€œThe corner spot on the fifth floor is prime, though,” Nick says. “Your agent, Georgie here, had him lease it, which keeps us out of it.”
    â€œHe also gets the gun,” Giorgio says. “May have it already. In any case, it won’t be traced back to us.”
    Billy knows that already, from the way Nick has been carefulnot