The Price, a Date with Death

Early morning. A villa in the outskirts of Washington. As the light of dawn fell upon the windows, the sky-blue curtains inside were drawn open, brightening the dim room. Inside the room, before the wardrobe mirror. He combed his black hair into a neat, glossy style, put on a fitted long white shirt, straightened his collar and cuffs, slipped into smooth, wrinkle-free black trousers, polished his leather shoes until they gleamed, and finally draped himself in a solid-colored winter coat.