This is the forth in the Don't Say Goodbye, Never Give Up Hope and My Crazy Lovable Somewhat Messed Up Family series. If you haven't read them I suggest it, because you might be confused otherwise. (Not advertizing). Thanks so much to everyone who puts up with my ridiculously long stories! Disclaimer: I don't own Cause of Death.
"Is the target in sight?" said a rather high voice over a cell phone, one with a distinct British accent.
The man she was conversing with was sitting with his face hidden in shadow, leaning back in a car with tinted windows as he watched children board a school bus. His eyes were hidden by shadow, but he seemed particularly engaged in watching a girl with dark hair and eyes walk to the bus. She was half-way there when one single snowflake fell out if the overcast January sky, landing neatly on her jacket. The girl smiled and showed the girl walking with her, a strange-looking white haired girl. She grinned and said something to her. "I see her" said the man in a rather board tone "Are you sure about this kid?".
The voice on the cell phone made a noise of clear annoyance, and said "Yes I'm sure! She's perfect, she has the qualities of all my children and her 'mother' used to be my prime target. Based on her age she should be far easier to manipulate that the stubborn woman who's raising her. Now don't you ever question me again!".
The man clicked his tongue angrily, and asked rather impatiently "I'm tired of waiting. When do you want to make a move?".
The woman's voice softened, sounding almost lovingly "Soon my child, wait for an opportunity".
The man leaned forward, but shadows seemed to follow his face for it was still hidden. "I am not one if your 'children' Genevieve. I'm not one of those sick little mental cases that shows up in a basket at your doorstep. I've not yet degraded to that".
The man watched the girl laugh at something the white haired girl said, throwing back her long dark hair. It seemed to enrage him, and his body language suggested he wanted nothing more than to snap the girls neck and rip every strand of her hair from her head.
"Not yet" the voice said almost lovingly "But soon dear, very soon".