"I've found a man who can take care of that business you were referring to before." I whispered.
He gazed over his shoulder to check if anyone was near. His voice quivered as he spoke. "Does he have experience with this type of field?" He asked trying to appear casual. His forehead broke out in a sweat.
"He's done it before if that's what you mean missure," I stated confidently.
"Isn't there some other way? We are talking about," he began to shout but lowered his voice to a whisper. "We are talking about prison time for the rest of our lives."
"Don't you understand? If the girl reports you will have the same sentence. You don't have to worry. I've dealt with circumstances such as these before." I said checking my nails for dirt as if to paint this whole ordeal as a simple obstacle.
"What's the catch Morel?" he asked sighing and dropping on his chair behind his desk. His fat wobbled from the movement.
"I want a third of your company. That is all. I will even pay to have the job done if you wish. Personally I find it a rather tempting deal. You could choose prison if you like the idea better." he threatened with a smile. From the expressions on his face you would infer he was as happy as could be. His presence was not threatening but behind his eyes laid a flame of wrath.
"I will pay him if you let me see him personally. I want to make sure he is qualified for the job." I murmured.
"No doubt he will do his job. He not only has he experience with such things but knows the girl himself."
"Bring him to me," I ordered.
"As you wish," he said bowing and smiling. His act of obedience infuriated me. He knew that He had power over me.
He opened the door to reveal a very slim skinny man with blond hair. He had a very thin face with a pointy chin. His arms and legs were like that of a twig. He wore a very classy white button up shirt and black coat with matching black pants. His shoes were so shiny I could stare back at myself in them. I could not tell what the colors of his eyes were for he wore a black top hat that was too large for him and allowed it to slope down his head. He sat in the chair opposite of my desk. I was surprised he could complete such a task without running into something with that hat covering his eyes. He slammed one foot upon my desk and sunk into the chair comfortably not caring that his shoes were upon a very important parchment of mine. I was somewhat shocked at his action, but cleared my throat and dug through my coat pocket. When I found what I was looking for I waved the francs in the candlelight for him to see.
"What is her name?" I asked.
"Addie," said a cold voice from underneath the hat. The hat slowly bobbed up and down as he talked.
I tossed the coins towards his end of the desk. He slid them off the desk so fast I had to blink to see if my eyes had deceived me.
I then realized a black brace peaking out from the man's right arm sleeve. Had Morel sent me a cripple? Why waist our time?
"What's wrong with your arm?" I spat.
"It's only a fraction. It only severed a few nerves. I can't perform tasks such as cello playing now, but I can still operate machinery." He said laughing. His voice was very low and dark. When he said machinery he slid a finger in his jacket and pulled it up a tinge to reveal the small revolver in his pocket.
"Did you know the lady is a cello player? He asked raising his head slightly to reveal his smirk. The left side of his mouth rose slightly to reveal a few teeth.
I slammed a bag of coins upon the table. He grinned as if it were the juiciest steak he had ever set eyes on.
"There will be twice as more if you complete the job." I said crossing my arms.
"I want to see the cello player and her lover phantom's dead body you hear." I stood up and ordered quietly in his ear. The man's smirk grew wider. He seemed to enjoy this.
Author's note: DUM DUM DUM! Time for some theme music! Have you made the connection yet? If you didn't figure it out yet please read this chapter once more. I hope you all like it. Send reviews or Addie gets it!
