Leatherbarrow laughed, his cold mirth sending a chill down Jill’s spine. The notorious gangster sidesteps towards the briefcase that his goon had brought in with him and kicked it open. Jill gasped in surprise as she saw the workings of a large chemical explosive of some sort, fitted with what looked like an electronic trigger and timer.

“I’ve had this whole thing planned the entire time,” Leatherbarrow laughed. “Things have been getting a little hot so I thought it was time I took a small vacation.”

Jill frowned, still not understanding.

“I’m going to fake my death you brainless bimbo!” he said in irritation. “I would have done it sooner,...