Assassinating Family
Chapter 1Angel sat in a bar, carriage like a sack of potatoes while he sipped on a cold beer. The place gave him a feeling of dirtyness, the glass he held in his hand probably hadn't seen a clean rag since the day it had been made.
He placed the glass on the disk and glanced around in the room. Throughout the thick smoke he could see maybe ten or eleven other persons, all of them having something dangerous over themselves, something that told him that he didn't want to mess with them.
Taking another sip of his beer, he turned his black eyes back to the glass, watched how water condenced and slowly ran down the outside of the glass.
Someone came in through the door and sat down next to Angel then to order a Scotch.
Lighting a cigarette, Angel threw him a quick look and then went back to his glass. The bartender pulled up a Scotch to the man and then went back to the other part of the bar, where one of the other guests wanted to order.
"Would you kill someone for a million dollars?" The man asked Angel with a voice that told him that he wouldn't take no for an answer.
Angel thought for a moment and made a small circling movement with his left index finger, just around a mark in the bar table. From the way the mark looked someone had probably jammed a knife in it.
"That depends on who it is, and why," Angel answered slowly.
The man smiled slyly, and drank some of the amber liquid in his glass.
"My wife."
They looked at one another for a short moment, and then Angel lowered his eyes, contemplating slightly.
"Again, I have to ask you for the cause."
"Because elseways I can drag up your past to any DA in town. Does the name Annabel Carter sound familiar?"
Angel thoughtfully sucked on his cigarette and lowered his eyes a little more, hiding the way his eyes reacted on the naming of her.
'Annabel… yes.'
He had known her, more than well. Closing his eyes for a moment, he saw the picture of a frail woman, fiery red hair and hazel eyes on his retina. A laughter like pearls, but a hot temperament, though always hid behind a well built fasade. Yet once he had come beyond those walls, she been the moth driven to the light.
"That is still no reason why you want your wife eliminated," he said calmly, still in his memories of Annabel.
She wore her long white dress, the one that left her shoulders naked, and she danced around in the room, letting the dress flow down her ancles. So proud over what she had made, and he walked to her side, and felt how she placed her arms around his neck and kissed him right on his lips.
"She has a lover, and what most disgraces me is that the lover is of the wrong kind."
The man's words brought him back to reality and he nodded, as if to say that he had heard him.
"Why not simply kill the lover then?"
"Because she has already been taken cared off."
Angel nodded again and wrinkled his eyebrows slightly while thinking of something.
"Give me lists of where she works, building designs and her personal records. I call you at your office during the week, and then I'll decide if I take the job or not."
With those words Angel finished his drink and then left the bar, leaving the other man without answering the questions he knew would come.