The life of a semiretired contract killer is a dreary one. Angelo Cipriani is looking forward to a fulfilling day of watching game shows when a couple of nuns from Catholic Social Services show up at his door with a box of canned soup and Spam. They’ve heard he was having hard times and suggested that he apply for a job as a stock boy in a grocery store.

In Columbus author Robin Yocum’s masterful crime novel “The Last Hitman,” Angelo has worked for the Fortunato family for more than 50 years, starting when he dropped out of high school in 1967. Now he’s pushing 70 and his boss is Little Tommy, a punk who wears flip-flops and smokes dope.

The book is framed as Angelo’s memoir, as told to a persistent FBI agent who wants Angelo to help him take down Little Tommy. Angelo came up through the

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