"Who were they after?" Alexander asked, putting his phone away.

"Frank Almonte," he replied. He handed Alexander the tablet, displaying a photograph of the man. "They accomplished their objective. He's dead," he added.

Alexander nodded. The man in the photograph didn't appear to be anyone particularly important, but the shootout had been carefully planned, and there had been no mistakes in carrying out the objective.

"One more thing. That night, Almonte was planning to meet with Dante Mont