His services were not on the internet or in the yellow pages. The service that he offered was a black market racket that could only be found in the underworld. He was a collector of overdue bills in the dirty world of construction where it was a jungle with no rules and if your business was not backed with knuckles and muscle you were not going to get paid. And this was where the man known as the bonecrusher applied his trade. Now let me tell you a little bit about his background.
The bonecrusher was born to a single mom who worked 16 hours a day between two cleaning jobs. She could not afford child care and would take the bone crusher with her to work and leave him in the carriage the whole time.
The bone crusher, as a five year old, was very protective of his mom, not liking when she brought over guys to their house and liked it even less when they would go into her room to do something which involved grunting and groaning. By the age of eight he was the school bully and instead of running from his problems he would fight it out. With his enormous size and strength the bonecrusher beat his way to respect. Then as a twelve year old one of his mother's boyfriends came over drunk and decided to raise a hand to the bonecrusher and the bonecrusher nearly beat him to death. This incident was the transforming moment in his life and from there he dropped out of school and hit the streets making his money by robbing people or street fighting for money.
When he was fifteen his talents were recognized by a local gangster who brought him into the underworld. It was here where the bonecrusher collected overdue money from people that wanted to get high but did not want to pay for the drugs. The bonecrusher was making two thousand dollars a week collecting for the gangster. When he turned 18 he went independent and when his boss found out about it he sent a couple of his goons to straighten him out. The bonecrusher killed both of him. He was now his own man. People now contacted him through the discreet channels of the underworld. But there was a new problem for the bonecrusher and that was the police, more specifically undercover police who tried to bust him. But the bonecrusher had a sixth sense and on a couple of occasions when the cops tried to pinch him he gave them a beating as a warning and the cops left him alone.
As the bonecrusher moved into his thirties he realized that the most lucrative money was in collecting overdue accounts for construction companies. Thus was where he became a millionaire through sheer brutal beatings and intimidation. He always collected. He now felt that he was doing something that gave his life purpose and legitimacy. But then one day in his late 30s when the bonecrusher was sitting in his hotel room he walked over to the window to look outside into the night and a bullet smashed through it and hit him in between the eyes, killing him instantly.
The assassin atop the rooftop packed up his gun and went to collect his million dollars for his hit on the bonecrusher.