I took the backpack and the two Jericho’s and headed to the garage. I placed the Jericho’s with their silencers in the compartments and put the backpack on my back. The bike was almost on empty and I drove away from the farmhouse, wondering if I would ever return to it.I felt like I had lost something. ‘It’s just a house. You can rebuild,’ I said to myself as I turned onto the Old Highway and sped up slightly. I had taken the bike because it was faster. The truck could drive further than the bike on a tank of gas, but it also made me a sitting duck if I was found.Protocol calls for agents to report to HQ unless otherwise stipulated. We had safe houses scattered all over the world and I had used a few of them over the years. My problem at this stage was that my address had been leaked. I couldn’t help but wonder what else had been leaked and why. I checked my phone when I stopped for gas in Centralia and I called Jack.“Status?” he asked me.“Almost extracted,” I said and I could hea
I dialed Bluebird’s number from the new phone. Jennifer Yang was the most brilliant hacker I knew. She was even better than Jack. She was a silver spoon baby and worked for nobody. We met in college and she did everything for me that I couldn’t do through Jack or didn’t want them to know about.“Hey, Bluebird,” I said when she answered.“Hey Jericho. What do you need?” She was always straight to the point and a no-nonsense type of woman. I smiled.“Phone trace on Charles Huxman, sending his details now,” I said.“I’ll send you everything I find. I assume you want his live location?” dhe asked me.“You know me too well. Send it to this number. I’ll send you four more names,” I said.Jennifer laughed. “You plan on being busy.”“No rest for the wicked,” I said and ended the call. I closed the laptop and put it back in the backpack.“Bo!” I called out to him. He popped his head around the corner, his phone glued to his ear. “Call me with a drop when you’re ready.”“I got you, man,” he sai
We all have that one moment in life, where you think, this is just how things are, then that unexpected twist occurs and it changes everything. Sometimes you can see the change as it happens, and other times it’s in the blink of an eye. That’s how it happened for me.I came home early from an assignment and there it was, that one moment in life that changes absolutely everything. I put my backpack down in the living room and walked down the short hall to our bedroom. The television was on and it drowned out the other noises, otherwise I might have known before I opened that door.It was slightly ajar and I pushed it open. I took in every little detail. She was on top of him, oblivious to the fact that I was standing at the door. I looked at them for a few moments, gyrating together and I wasn’t even shocked. I wasn’t as hurt and angry as I should have been, maybe I was just humiliated.“Nice,” I said and turned around as the shock registered on her face. She had a blanket wrapped arou
I was in an abandoned building scheduled for remodeling and I was looking through the scope of a Barrett M82. It was a beautiful rifle and it could hit a mark one thousand five hundred yards away. I was lying on a wooden work table and my target was Phillip Young, an investment trader from New York, who made his money skimming from his clients. On the side, Phillip liked young boys and cocaine. I received an encrypted file with all the relevant information and images of my target. The rest was up to me, the where and how, unless the how was specifically requested. I confirmed death immediately after and got paid.Phillip Young stepped out onto the balcony of the high-rise apartment building where he was attending a party, hosted by the generous benefactor paying for his death. I adjusted the scope slightly and looked at him through it. He lit a cigarette and seemed to look directly at me. He couldn’t see me though. I exhaled and squeezed the trigger.I saw the cloud of blood as the
It was 3 a.m. and if I kept to the speed limit, I could be home by 6 a.m. I could clean the guns, shower and eat breakfast at my favorite diner. It was the only diner in town but that was neither here nor there, the food was good and the owner intrigued me.“Jericho,” Nataly said as I got on my bike. She was five foot six inches with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, avering a weight of one hundred and forty-three pounds.I looked at the hand she had on my arm. “What?” There were no emotions left for her anymore. I didn’t hate her and I was sure now that I had never really loved her. She was comfortable and our life had been comfortable too.“Can we talk, please?” Her eyes were once again pleading with mine and it was the same look she’d given me six months earlier in our apartment. It hadn’t moved me then and it certainly didn’t now.“There’s nothing to talk about. Say hi to Gerald for me.” Gerald Cooke was the man she had cheated with. I didn’t know if he was still in her life or no
“Morning, Blake,” Charlotte said as she placed a cup down on the table and filled it from the coffee pot.“Hi, Charlotte,” I said and smiled.It’s what people in small towns did. They ate at diners and they smiled at their neighbors, even though smiling wasn’t something I did before I’d moved to Epworth. Charlotte walked off to serve other customers but I knew she'd be back in approximately seven minutes, the time it took me to empty my first cup of coffee.“Here’s your orange juice,” she said and put the glass down next to my cup in passing. Today was Friday and on Friday’s I always had an omelet filled with cheese, mushrooms, and peppers with extra bacon on the side. It had taken her three weeks to figure out my preferences and started asking me if I was having my regular Monday breakfast on a Monday.It might seem odd that I ate the same things for breakfast every day of the week but it was just something I did. Jack called it home OCD and the thought had made me laugh. My morning
I read through Paul Jameson’s file and clicked proceed. The assignment information sheet opened up and I checked the requirements. He had to be terminated within two weeks of acceptance and the payment was four hundred thousand dollars. I looked at the attached photos and clicked on accept. The screen went black as the file erased itself.I booked a flight from O’Hare International Airport to LAX in California. It was a four and a half hour nonstop flight. I closed my eyes and went back to the aerial photographs marking his yacht in the marina. I went online and found eleven yachts available to rent in the same marina. I chose one with a view of his yacht and booked it.It was almost five thirty by the time I was done with my planning and I decided to go back to the diner for dinner. I would stay for the band night afterward. I had a week to get ready and I would leave for California on Friday morning.Charlotte had asked if I’d be there and that question had stayed in the back of my
I picked Charlotte up and started moving to the front door. Fifteen seconds. I got her inside the truck and she was fully conscious now. Her eyelids were fluttering a little, her neck red from where his hands had been. I started the truck at the count of 35 seconds and drove off.I looked back in the rearview mirror and I saw him in the street, looking at the back of the truck. I turned the corner and accelerated. I looked over at her as she took deep breaths, her hand at the base of her throat.“Just breathe,” I said to her. I had to wonder why she had to call me. “Why didn’t you call Max?” I already knew the answer to that question. She didn’t want anyone to know about her history, but I asked the question anyway.“No cops,” she said as I drove past the police station, automatically taking a different route just in case he tried to follow us. The streets were empty as I turned onto the road leading to my farm. I pulled into the garage and opened the door for her. She followed me out
I dialed Bluebird’s number from the new phone. Jennifer Yang was the most brilliant hacker I knew. She was even better than Jack. She was a silver spoon baby and worked for nobody. We met in college and she did everything for me that I couldn’t do through Jack or didn’t want them to know about.“Hey, Bluebird,” I said when she answered.“Hey Jericho. What do you need?” She was always straight to the point and a no-nonsense type of woman. I smiled.“Phone trace on Charles Huxman, sending his details now,” I said.“I’ll send you everything I find. I assume you want his live location?” dhe asked me.“You know me too well. Send it to this number. I’ll send you four more names,” I said.Jennifer laughed. “You plan on being busy.”“No rest for the wicked,” I said and ended the call. I closed the laptop and put it back in the backpack.“Bo!” I called out to him. He popped his head around the corner, his phone glued to his ear. “Call me with a drop when you’re ready.”“I got you, man,” he sai
I took the backpack and the two Jericho’s and headed to the garage. I placed the Jericho’s with their silencers in the compartments and put the backpack on my back. The bike was almost on empty and I drove away from the farmhouse, wondering if I would ever return to it.I felt like I had lost something. ‘It’s just a house. You can rebuild,’ I said to myself as I turned onto the Old Highway and sped up slightly. I had taken the bike because it was faster. The truck could drive further than the bike on a tank of gas, but it also made me a sitting duck if I was found.Protocol calls for agents to report to HQ unless otherwise stipulated. We had safe houses scattered all over the world and I had used a few of them over the years. My problem at this stage was that my address had been leaked. I couldn’t help but wonder what else had been leaked and why. I checked my phone when I stopped for gas in Centralia and I called Jack.“Status?” he asked me.“Almost extracted,” I said and I could hea
I woke up seven hours later to a quiet house. It was too quiet as I walked down the stairs. There was a note on the kitchen table in Charlotte’s handwriting.“Blake,William and I have gone home. I can’t talk to you right now.”I looked at it and threw it in the dustbin. I started laughing. The one time I had told her the truth, and she didn’t believe me. She had believed every lie I had fed her but it was the truth she was blind to. I couldn’t blame her for leaving, it all looked bad. The photo, the text from Nataly, it all pointed to me doing something that I hadn’t.It hurt though, her leaving and taking the kid with her. It hurt. All the feelings hurt. I felt sad and angry at myself and the house was empty once again. The old Blake would have preferred this, but the real me, I was lost somehow. How ironic life turned out to be.My cup stood exactly where I had left it that morning and I looked at it. I picked it up and threw it against the wall of the laundry room. The dogs jumped
I parked the bike in my apartment building’s parking lot and went upstairs to my apartment. I didn’t even bother to switch the lights on as I took the bloodied clothes off and stepped into the shower. I stood under the scalding water and scrubbed everything off me.I sat down on the edge of my bed and for the first time in my life, I cried. I cried out the guilt of Robert’s suicide because I might as well have killed him myself. I hadn’t felt bad when I killed Lydia, only afterward when Robert found her, did it hit me. His pain had become my pain.Robert Gold had been my friend for ten years and even though most of what he knew about me had been a lie, we’d still been friends. We had spent real time together and I couldn’t be sure that my reaction was due to me never having suffered a personal loss or if I was losing my edge.I got dressed in my riding gear and packed my backpack. I locked up my apartment and drove home to Epworth on the bike. The highway was basically empty but not o
“Where have you been?” Robert asked me.“I just closed another deal in Greece. Work never stops and that’s why I prefer to stay at home,” I said and Robert laughed.“You should get out more often, live a little. Don’t you get bored working all the time?” he asked me.“Unlike you, Robert, I like to work. Before you know it, I’ll be worth more than you are,” I said and he shook his head.“I don’t think I’d ever hear the end of that,” he said almost bitterly and handed me a drink from the bar.“Thanks and cheers,” I said and we clinked our glasses together.“Hey, I want to show you something,” Robert said as I walked with him.We went upstairs and walked down the same hallway I had walked with Lydia earlier. Robert stopped in front of their bedroom door and smiled at me. I hadn’t planned on Lydia’s body being discovered so soon.“I acquired this in London last month. Tell me what you think,” he said and opened the door. Robert switched the lights on and we walked further into the room.
“Hi,” I answered my phone.“You clean up nice, little bro,” Jack said and I smiled. His call was right on schedule.“You would hate it. This really isn’t your scene,” I said and he laughed. I could picture him in his dimly lit office in front of his many computer screens, typing away and listening to radio calls and checking camera feeds.“Yeah, I can only imagine the torture of free booze and uninhibited women everywhere. Horrific,” he said as I scanned the room.I saw Lydia walking towards the bar and she glanced at me. Her smile widened when we made eye contact and I smiled back at her.“Is that why you called me?” I asked him.“No. I just called to say that June’s invited you to the kids birthday party on Sunday,” he said.“I’ll let you know. You do realize that I’m already supposed to be alone with the wife,” I said.“Have fun,” Jack said and smiled.I placed our call on hold and I watched Lydia from across the room. I could wait patiently. The perfect timing was when the laughte
I settled back against the couch in my living room and opened the package from Bo. I took out the two leather casings and I opened one. I looked at the contents and smiled.I thought back to the file Jack had sent me about William’s mother. I had a plan for her as soon as I got back to Iowa. She was never going to be the mother that William deserved and maybe with this, I could make his life a little better.I wiped everything in the leather casing and walked to my bedroom. The tuxedo was in my closet and I put the invitation in my jacket pocket and went to bed.I didn’t sleep well. I had too many conflicting emotions and thoughts that were going through my mind and eventually I fell asleep at five a.m. It was still a restless sleep because conflicting emotions were something new to me.At ten a.m. I was woken up by my ringing phone.“Yeah?” I answered the phone with my eyes still closed.“Where are you?” Jack asked me in a hushed voice.“What time is it?” I asked him.“Ten a.m. littl
Nataly opened the gate and we all drove into the parking area of her building. We made our way over to the elevators and an old lady was looking us up and down.“Hello, Mrs. Duffard,” Nataly said.“Oh, hello dear.” She leaned in closer to Nataly and looked disapprovingly at us. “You shouldn’t hang around with all these men. What will people say?” I started chuckling and Nick jabbed me in the ribs.“These are just friends from work,” Nataly said.“If you say so, dear,” the old woman said and got off on her floor.“Yeah, Nataly. What will people say?” Charlie quipped as the doors closed again.“Oh, shut up,” Nataly said and laughed.It felt like old times, the team working together, laughing, joking and competing together. It almost felt like Nataly was my friend again. We ordered food and settled down in her living room.My phone vibrated in my pocket and I saw it was Max. “Excuse me,” I said and walked toward the back of Nataly’s apartment and answered.“Hi Max, can I call you—”“Blak
A week later, I was busy packing my backpack as Charlotte sat on the bed with her arms crossed over her chest. “Don’t be mad.”“I’m not mad,” she said but the look in her eyes told a different story.“We talked about this. I can’t tell you everything and you accepted that before we started this relationship,” I said.“I know, but I don’t have to like the fact that you’ll be in Chicago with your ex for the whole weekend,” she said.“It’s not that big of a deal. It’s not like we’ll be alone,” I said.“She’s your ex, Blake. I saw the way she was looking at you, she’ll find a way to be alone with you,” she said.I left the backpack on the bed and sat down next to Charlotte. I took her hand in mine and looked her in the eye. “I’m not a cheater, Charlotte. If I wanted Nataly back, I’d be with her. I don’t want her back, I don’t miss her. I’m here with you and that’s where I want to be. She can try to be alone with me, I still have a choice in what happens and I choose you.”“What if you don