A Murder up in Harlem (Copywrited 2006)

The following is a taste of novel written me. I'd like to get some input as to whether or not it perks your interest to want to read it further.

The Contract:
Killing was just a job, without emotion or conscience. One thousand to fifteen thousand dollars was the charge. His services were for hire to all willing to pay. Fifteen years doing the job without getting caught was testament to his proficiency.
The phone kept ringing, until finally, it jarred his nerves. Lifting the receiver he snarled. "Yeah, who the hell is this?" "I have some work for you, meet me at the job site". Hanging up, he got dressed, took a cab across town to the meeting place. "Come on in" What've you got?"
"Easy hit" "How much" "Fifteen thousand, seventy five hundred now, the balance when it's done" "Got a picture?" " Here in the envelope is all the information. Your mark is an early riser. It's best it be done in the morning, less chance of any witnesses" "Give me the dough"
Before leaving with the envelope and money, he began to think: " This must be an important hit. The son of a bitch didn't even bother to offer me less than top dollar. I should have looked in the envelope first before taking the money" " What the hell are you staring at"? "Your face, how did you get that ugly scar?" " On some job".At home taking out a bottle of scotch he set it down next to the bent spoon and packet of white powder lying on the small table near the recliner.The envelope contained a photo of a white man, instructions, and a portion of a street map giving the names of the streets taken by the mark, each day.**
Staring at the picture he thought "What the heck is a white man doing in Harlem, must be one of the mob guys trying to muscle in on someone's territory. I'll have to get up early; it's worth an extra five grand.