What Goes Around

"I don't care if it kills me, Im getting wha that Cyrus owes me!"

For months now Denis Rafkin had been trying to convince the army worth of lawyers in charge of Cyrus's fortune and estate just how much money the low life owed him. The no good lying bastard died he couldent remember how long ago and he had not seen a cent of it. This was the final straw. He was taking action into his own hands. He had been pushed to far by this point, heading off to the millionaire's home to collect what he owed him.

"Denis pleases. Don't be so rash" a young woman who couldent be past her early 30's came into the living room looking distraught. Her long spring green dress flowing behind her. The way it was twisted around her it was obvious she had been following him quickly about the house in a near panic.

"Claudra, don't tell me not to be rash!"

The young woman's teal eyes stung with tears. She sighed taking his hand. "Denis you've changed. Ever since you started working with him" her faint British voice was quivering and worried.

Denis had never told his wife that he was a psychic/ ghost hunter. Claudra had always listened to his ghost stories that as far as she knew he had simply made up. Asides that she was not an open minded individual when it came to the paranormal.

"I don't want to lose you. Need I remind you that what your planning to do involves theft, breaking and entering, possibly destruction of private property, and who knows what other charges"

If she couldent stop him now nothing could. That was just the kind of man Denis was. If there was no reason behind doing something then he wouldent even give it a second thought about it before blowing it off. If it was something he cared about or anything to help them however, he'd go for it no matter what the personal risk.

"Claudra" He sighed exasperated brushing a lock of her wavy brunette hair, resembling a sunrise in autumn, away from her face before holding her chin in his hand.

"Claudra…." He repeated looking into her worried filled eyes. He wanted to tell her. To stop the lies. To not have to hide the truth about what he was really doing. He knew he couldent. She'd just think it was another story. The last thing she wanted was her to worry like this but it was for the best for everyone.

"Claudra I know you don't understand. I want to explain but I cant just yet. Theres something I need to sort out first. I promise I'll tell you everything"

He smiled reassuringly kissing her briefly on the cheek. "I'll be fine" with this last comfort he left on his way to the glass mansion.

'I don't care if it kills me im getting what Cyrus owes me'

The horrible thing of this comment was the fact that neither Denis or Claudra Rafkin could ever imagine that such an endeavor really would be his demise.