JP was a good friend.

JP was also worth about 15 million dollars.

I was there to meet him when he got off the plane from South America. I helped him get set up in the city, get to know his comrades, get to know the language. We had scaled the heights together. JP and I achieved our biggest dreams as a team. He had my back, and I had his.

I really needed 15 million dollars.

Besides, JP had changed. He just wasn’t himself, and he wasn’t getting the job done. I didn’t know what was in his head, but I knew he was letting us down. I know he couldn’t be counted on.

15 million would pay a few debts, and pay for a lot of renovations on the old place.

I sighed, and looked down to the street below.

I squeezed the trigger.