The gunman stepped out from the shadowed doorway and fired three times into the parked car’s open window. The driver slumped to his left, keys still in his right hand. The other man looked down and up the street. The shots hadn’t brought anyone to their windows. Not in this neighbourhood.
He stuck the pistol in his waistband, leaned in and pulled the keys from the dead man’s hand.
The second key he tried opened the trunk. The briefcase wasn’t there. He clicked his teeth together, closed the trunk and set out to find the third name on his list.