Dante sauntered out of the club carrying a sack full of wads of cash, some booze, and a lamp he thought looked pretty nice.

Behind him a mobster shouted vitriolic warnings through bleeding teeth, but made no attempt to actually make good on his threats or even to stand up.

Adam’s bee followed the assassin down the road. After all, they were both heading to the building with the hive entrance on the roof.

Neither Dante, nor bee, nor even the beekeeper seeing through the bee’s eyes, noticed the helmeted man watching the scene from a rooftop across the street.