I’ve entered the room where I can talk to the prisoners and take a seat by the little metal doors to the chutes. I got myself some shuteye, and couldn’t help one last visit this morning with the prisoners in this cloak-and-dagger affair.
Boxer’s phone has been ringing, and messages have incessantly been pinging over and over from Miss Catherine and Evelyn while I was trying to slumber. I ended up turning off the sound.
It was so annoying, helpless women practically begging for Boxer and Lincoln’s help.
William’s last song didn’t go quite according to plan.
I had made contact with the bitch yesterday. Scared her, I did, when I invited myself to her table. I couldn’t resist the face-to-face meet-and-greet. It was risky, but her sitting all alone was too tempting. She looked well and healthy, even happy until I creeped her out.
Little did she know at the time, but a web had been set, ready to catch those pesky flies that buzzed around her all the time. They were about to get swatted.
If I had been putting my full attention into William’s wishes, I might have discovered her hiding place earlier, but it was a side operation, as I had other clients to look after, and let’s face it, what William didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. I felt I had time up my sleeve.
I’d watched who she hung out with once I had located the girl’s whereabouts. The persons of interest were that Boxer and then the kid Lincoln, who had the boyfriend. They were the only concerns for me for completing William’s wishes. I just had to separate them from her. It really was too easy to set it all in motion.
And then I just had to sit back and wait for the pawns to get knocked off the chessboard.
My conscience is clean.
I succeeded from my end.
Bravo.
R.I.P. William.
Nicu had contacted me with the change of plans. What a coincidence, William and I had a common acquaintance, who was now taking over the reins. I was open to dealing with clients who came in search of a lawyer to handle certain transactions of the less than legal kind.
The new orders came in and I had to roll over, just as Dallas was fulfilling William’s prophecy. Dean and Benjamin had to step in and halt it. None too early either. One shot had already been fired.
Far too close for comfort.
If they had checked that fucking burner I had organized for them instead of having it on silent mode so they could get their dicks hard without being caught, watching the fuck-fest they had informed me about, they would have gotten the memo in good time and been able to abduct her straight from the bar.
I had to sweat it out from afar until those idiots put me at ease. It was going to be my neck on the chopping block, and I rather liked my neck right where it was, thank you very much.
Boxer and Lincoln are now tucked away nicely, unable to come to the fair maiden’s rescue. Boxer has fed some of my curiosity surrounding the little bitch’s ability to keep her dark past with William a secret. She got very lucky because the man had skills. He also sealed their own fate with his questions. He was already starting to work things out, and I couldn’t have that. Originally, I had them both maimed, because I was going to set them free and it would have taken them an age to get help, dragging their poor broken bodies.
Boxer was too nosy for his own good and had a memory like an elephant. He had worked out that maybe Jonathan Boothe of Boothe & Brown Lawyers was a possible lead. Curiosity would get this cat killed. It’s all making sense now, how that clever little bitch covered up her tracks. I have netted the man who made that all happen. He’d been into William’s records when he wiped all evidence of Whisper from William’s home.
No matter. These two will expire soon enough, and my financially profitable task will be complete.
The old lady was never going to be any concern to me, so she was left untouched, unnoticed to dubious eyes. But, should I be worried about her? I mean, how much trouble could an eighty-five-year-old be?
I have never gotten my hands so dirty before. I’ve pushed a dirty pen, but there is always a first time for everything.
Dirty deeds are a profitable business.
I did my best for William, but he’s now six feet under, so he won’t be able to call me on it.
I wasn’t supposed to be here now, but I deserved a little fun for my hard investigative work. “Wakey, wakey. Rise and shine, boys.” I wait for a reply. No fun if they are sleeping on the job.
“What the fuck do you want, arsehole, and when are we going to be released?” My, my… the British one is a tad grumpy this morning. How about I give them a little hope?
I place a water bottle in each of the chutes and listen to them rumble their way on home to their air vents.
“A little something to work on to keep y’all busy.”
I catch the younger one’s gasp of surprise when he sees what has landed. So close, but still unattainable until they can get the vent open. Boxer would have heard the noise of the bottles, but not be able to see what it is.
“What is it, Lincoln?”
“Water.” The kid sounds a little dry in the throat. “The fucker has given me one bottle of water. I assume you have the same.”
I interrupt their chatter. “You’ve got your own personal vending machines. If you can work on those vents, you might last a little longer in here.” They don’t need to know those water bottles are their last meal. It will be a slow death. The cleanup crew will be coming back for the bodies in a couple weeks.
Nobody knows they are here, and nobody will be coming to save them.
Bases covered.
I decide to taunt them one last time.
“Mr. Boxer, you’re a popular man. Evelyn and Catherine have been begging for your help all night. I had to turn the phone off. They sure are persistent. Shame you can’t help them. That goes ditto for you too, Lincoln. I might keep their spirits up.” I pull out Boxer’s phone and start typing.
“I thought I would stop them from worrying and harping on so much. I’m dropping Miss Catherine a text from you, Boxer. I’m going on, putting her mind at rest from your non-communication, and letting her know you will be back soon to her. Now isn’t that nice of me? I doubt you will be able to work out how to get out of here soon, but that is something to aim for.”
“Fucker, I’m coming for you.” Boxer’s roar is so loud it makes me jump in my seat.
Doubt it very much.
He is a little testy this morning.
The kid is silent. He seems to be conserving his energy, wisely.
“Now, the next noise you are about to hear is me destroying both your phones. There is a sledgehammer sitting in the corner of this room, which should do the trick.” I’m not a very physical man, but I pick that hammer up and find it quite cathartic as I place both phones on the ground and bring the hammer down on them several times, bits and pieces flying off all over the place. I wipe my brow, satisfied with my work.
“I’ll leave you both to mull on that little project. This is the last time I’ll pop by for a chat, so I bid you both adieu.”
I walk out to the sounds of their rage and think about the vacation I will be going on soon enough.