Sean Cogar, also known as Johnny Whispers, was a quiet man. It didn’t pay to be chatty in his line of work.
Sitting in the chair beside the bed, he basked in peaceful contentment, at one with the world. He just watched you sleep, and savoured the moment.
Almost reluctantly he rose and quietly lifted the oil painting off the wall above the bed, careful not to disturb your slumber. It was a Monet, but he suspected it to be a fake. He hadn’t come for the painting, however.
With deft fingers he caressed the dial on the wall safe.