There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
-Marilyn Manson "Dope Show"
Chapter Eleven
"They missed the target," a deep voice said through the phone.
"Which one?"
"Both," the voice barely hid its fear.
The recipient of the call scrunched a piece of paper and threw it against the wall. "Have you fixed it?"
"Not yet sir, I'm on my way but I did get rid of the assassins."
"Someone is bound to start digging and that Mr. Errey, would be a bad thing."
It'll be done in the next forty-eight hours, I'll see to it myself." He tried to relay confidence through his voice but failed miserably.
"You do that. And I hope you remember that I'm not a patient man."
"I'll slit both their throats with my own kitchen knife, if that's what it takes."