CONFESSIONS OF A HITMAN
Oct 14, 2019
3 minutes
Words & Image Eugine Pickett
Duncan Philpott
It started as a one-off, a passing conversation in the back of a Wellington craft-beer bar, the waft of warm knee-pads rising through the crowded seating, mud-flecked bikes gathered at the door like horses outside a saloon.
This guy had a plan, an objective, and he was used to getting his way. The light flashed from his gold watch, and his darting eyes skipped from the floor to his carbon Nomad and
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