Orin sat in the sun as he sorted through papers. There was another person Orin recalled. Florentine was going to spend Christmas with some old friends of hers from France. Orin rummaged through papers of plane flights, and France Travel Brochures. He was almost positive that Florentine had another number written down, the number of the house she was going to be staying at. He asked her two write it down incase there was any progress in the discovery of this mystery disease. As he looked through he found a piece of paper about the Lourve Museum. Orin remembered that Florentines friend had been involved in a murder that had taken place. He could remember when Florentine was telling him about some man named Jacques.
"What's wrong?" Orin asked as he looked at Florentine who was sitting on her cot crying.
"My friend's grandfather was murdered."
"Oh." Orin didn't understand. It wasn't Florentines grandfather who died, it was her friends. Florentine should show sympathy and be sad, he thought, but she doesn't need to cry about it. He sat next to her and tried to console her, he wasn't very good at these types of things.
"Thank God it wasn't your father or grandfather." Orin offered.
"You don't understand."
Florentine explained to Orin how Sophie's parents had died when she was very young. Sophie went on two live with her grandfather. Not only did Sophie's parents die, but her grandmother and brother did as well. She also said that she grew up next to the Neveus. Florentines father was a drunk, her mother was emotionally unstable, and her brother had been in prison since he was 14. They had made it very clear to Florentine that she was a complete accident and that they hated her. Florentine was abused and spent most of her young life at the library. When she was eight, she moved in with her good friend Pier Mêlées who was good friends with Sophie. The three of them were best friends growing up. Florentine said that if the judicial police hadn't taken her away and let her live with the Mêlées that she would probably have wound up in jail just like her brother and father eventually.
He remembered how that next week Florentine had flown to France so she could be there for the funeral. Than at that instant, Orin remembered the name he was looking for. Sophie Neveu. Sure enough on the back of the brochure was the phone number of Sophie Neveu.
Who is he calling Tomas wondered? He glared at Orin through his binoculars. As he watched Orin his phone began to ring.
"Hello?" It was the director
"Have you found him?"
"Yes, I'm watching him right know." Tomas paused, he never killed anyone before, "how am I going to do this? Should I just shoot him in public or what?"
"You will not be shooting anybody in the public eye. If he called the police we will be in enough trouble as it is. Befriend the man, then when the time is right you poison him."
"Sir I don't carry poison around. Where am I supposed to find any?"
"Befriend him first. Be sure he doesn't call the police if he hasn't yet. You will have time. Invite your self over tomorrow. I'll give you poison tonight. The next day just slip some in his drink."
"You make it sound so simple."
"Well it is. Good luck. Call me if there are any dilemmas."
Tomas hung up his phone. Here goes nothing. Tomas walked over to the table Orin was sitting at.
"Do you mind if I join you for a drink?"
"Of course not"