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The Killer

Chapter One

Do What You Have To Do

Eric POV

"You are the best at your work, Mr. Northman, so I expect a perfect work. Your boss has spoken highly of you to me and has assured me that no one else better than you to do this so I hope you agree with the conditions that I'm proposing to you." I hated having to mediate with the kind of person who tries to tell me how I should do my job.

"Mr. Samuels, I assure you that I'll take care of everything and you won't have to worry about anything. I know what I'm doing and that's why I am the best so the work will be done at midnight."

Yes, being a professional killer makes my ego the size of the planet but I really liked the feeling. My boss, Russell Edgington, was a legend but he was too old now to continue working and had managed to have a team of murderers at his disposal. I was the first one, he was my mentor and taught me everything I know but things changed when I wasn't the only one working for him.

"Thank you, Mr. Northman, that makes me feel much better." Andrew Samuels was a pathetic and desperate man who was seeking a solution to fix his problems at work. His boss was corrupt and was stealing money from the company and had been accused of sexual harassment by most of the women who were working for him so actually I wasn't planning to kill an innocent man. "But I want it to be discreet, do you understand? There are many people who know my problems with my boss but I don't want anyone suspect from me."

"Quiet, Mr. Samuels, no one will suspect. My specialty is to make others believe there are unfortunate accidents." And I was fucking good at what I did. Russell was always proud of me and I wasn't going to allow it to change.

I had been studying the dossier of my target: Robert Ellis, forty-two, divorced and childless. According to Samuels he liked to harass women at work so he was the typical boring man who used to take advantage of others through his position.

My hotel room in New York was discreet; I didn't want to get attention when I had to work so it was the best option. Go unnoticed in my job was something you needed to learn if you wanted to be the best.

I looked down at my watch and saw it was almost ten at night. Ellis would be at his home watching TV or having a few beers with a prostitute, but I really hoped he was alone because I didn't need company; I didn't want problems.

I had chosen a hotel that was in front of the apartments where Ellis lived and I had the curtains closed to avoid any suspicion. I was watching him through binoculars, studying each of his movements and learning his routine because I didn't need any unexpected surprise.

"This man's a real jerk," I muttered to myself as I continued watching him. I was beginning to be sure Ellis wouldn't move from the couch all night, and men like him had their own routine and were unable to change anything.

Ellis couldn't stop laughing, probably watching some absurd TV show, holding a beer in one hand and something greasy and dripping on the other. He didn't look at all like the man in the picture Andrew Samuels showed me when he contacted me. I had no intention of knowing his hobbies; the only thing I was interested in knowing at what time he would rise from the couch to go to the bathroom.

I had everything ready. It was a high-rise apartment building and Robert Ellis lived on the top floor so I opted for a clean job. My rifle was placed in position by the window and the rest of my things were ready on the bed to go when I finished what I had come to do.

Andrew Samuels would receive a call on his cell phone when the job was done and I wanted to leave New York on the first available flight to Jackson, Mississippi.

A last look at Ellis' apartment and I saw he wasn't sitting in front of the television but the light from a nearby room was turned on. It was the time, Ellis was about to return and will be his end.

Why would a businessman who seemed to have all spent the nights in a so sad way? That jerk looked to be a big boss, everyone wanted to take a piece of the cake he had between his hands but Robert Ellis did not trust in his partners and that was the reason because Andrew Samuels wanted him dead.

"Very well, Mr. Ellis, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish that beer." Use a bullet would have been easier and the logical choice but I didn't want problems.

Ellis turned off the bathroom light and walked into the living room again. He was still wearing pants but the shirt was lying across the couch and he was wearing only a white tank top. He sat in the same place and took back the beer drinking a big gulp and when he threw his head back laughing…I pulled the trigger.

Despite the cold, the window was opened so the tiny projectile I fired with my rifle from the window entered directly through the left side of his neck, making him cough slightly.

Ellis cleared his throat and when he lifted the beer again to take another gulp he dropped the bottle and broke in pieces on the floor and he stood with his head bent forward.

"Rest in peace, Mr. Ellis." I disarmed the rifle and put it in my briefcase. I picked up the rest of my stuff and left the room. There were some people in the hallway so I acted naturally as I walked along to them, smiling slightly until I reached the elevator.

"Good night, Mr. Northman," the young woman behind the front desk greeted me. "What can I help you?"

"Good night. I need to leave immediately so I have to sign the necessary papers to check out. And the sooner the better, please. I need to catch a flight in an hour." The brunette woman smiled broadly assuring me there was no problem and in five minutes everything was fixed.

"I hoped you've enjoyed your stay, Mr. Northman and have a good flight."

"Thank you…" and I looked at the plate on the lapel of her jacket. "Abby. You've been lovely and I would love to return soon." She stood there with a huge smile on her face and I left the hotel in a taxi to the airport.

When I was on my way to the gate I called Samuels.

"Hello?" he was obviously nervous and anxious about my call. Beginners…

"It's done."

"Did you have problems?"

"No problem, Mr. Samuels. I hope the payment in the way we had agreed. No phone calls or questions. The work is done and no one will suspect; they'll believe it was a heart attack by his delicate health."

"Thank you, Mr. Northman."

"Goodbye, Mr. Samuels." I hung up before he could say another word and a half hour later I was on a plane to Jackson and ready for a new work.

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