A Story written by Purityval
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Claire narrated how all she could remember was how a car pulled up in front blocking them off beside the road. How the driver got shot by the guy on face cap and him coming around to her window when she heard two shots while the guy slumped.
“Did you by any chance get to see the face of the guy that fired the shots at the guy on cap?”
“Yes. After he slumped, another guy on hood who I believe fired the shot came around to my side of the car and opened the door. He looked in as if to confirm that I was ok before banging the door.”
“Can you describe him?”
“No…. I don’t know… I can’t. It had happened so fast, all I can remember was seeing a car zoom pass not long after he banged the door.”
“Did you get a view of the car?” Owel asked with little frustration.
“Did he say anything when he opened the door?”
“Ok, that will be all for now,” Owel said standing with his colleague, “In case there is anything you think we need to know, don’t hesitate to let us know.” He continued stretching forth his complimentary card to her.
Claire collected the card just in time for Agent Donald to ask,
“Is there anybody that you think is capable of doing this?”
“No, not at all.” Claire replied tiredly.
“Ok then, we will keep in touch if anything comes up and remember to give us a call if you find anything that could be helpful to this case.” Owel said as they shook hands with Bob and made for the door.
“Ummm!! Officer, what about my driver, is he ok?” she asked stopping them on their track.
“We can’t say anything for now,” Owel started with a deflated look, “the doctors are attending to him in another hospital and once we get anything positive, we will keep you posted.”
“Ok, thank you.”
“You are welcome and have a quick recovery too.” Owel said with a smile and turning to Bob who has just been listening to the whole interrogatory session, he requested to have a word with him outside.
“Sure, no problem.” Bob replied and patting Claire on the shoulder, he left with the detectives.
“We are sorry Mr …” Owel trailed off outside the room.
“Bob.” Bob said with a smile.
“Yes, Mr. Bob, pardon me,” he resumed smiling. “We are sorry the driver didn’t make it, he died on the spot.”
Bob brooded heavily before asking,
“Do you have anything on the dead guy who I presumed wanted her dead?”
“Investigations are still ongoing and we are trying to piece our findings together.” Owel replied.
“Ok, just keep us posted about any development.” He said handing out his complimentary card.
“Sure we will, sorry once again for the death of the driver.”
“Thanks.” Bob replied nodding.
“Mr. Bob, is there anybody you suspect of wanting your cousin dead?” Donald asked.
“No, not at all. Her late father had enemies which mostly I don’t know of but, I don’t see why any of them should come for her daughter.”
“Ok, we will keep in touch.” Owel said as they shook hands once again and left while Bob went back inside.
Sly is an A grade assassin who has carried out high level political assassinations. He was always contacted whenever someone with a means wants someone dead without a trace. He’d built a good reputation among the few mighty men at the top of the political cadre who always sorted for his help in eliminating opponents.
He is always very good and cautious leaving no traces behind. Most times, the bodies of his victims are never found. His charges are so high that only the well to do minority could afford him.
Once contacted, he never meets with his clients. A ‘drop off‘ is always done by two different people at any location of his choosing. The client provides someone masked who drops off information about the job to be done and a hundred percent of his charge in the currency and denomination of his choosing. He wasn’t paid through any other means apart from ‘drop off’; this way, he doesn’t get to know his client and vice versa.
It’s a well known fact amongst those whoever chooses to contact him that any attempt at trying to breach the terms of the agreement makes one a target.
To Be Continued…