He's coming for me.
But I'll be ready.
Hired a kid to take Pearce down a notch.
Jason Moore's his name.
I feel bad for the kid.
Hired a bunch of bodyguards.
A real group of thugs.
Also hired a professional to take care of Pearce.
He won't know what hit him.
They're all gone.
I don't know what happened to them.
No one does.
I've locked myself in my apartment.
He thinks he can kill me.
I'll show him how wrong he is.
I can hear him coming up the stairs.
If he's trying to be discreet, he certainly isn't.
All my electronics are down.
If he kills me, no one will find out until the neighbors dog smells my corpse.
I won't let that happen.