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I do not own any of the Crossing Jordan Characters and this is meant only as personal entertainment.
Part Five.
He had stood in the shadows and listened to the screams coming from where Christina, Nigel's whore, laid cold and dead. To keep from being found, he had to stifle the laugh that built deep in his throat as the woman cried out and became hysterical. The sounds were so sweet to his ears. He watched carefully as a short dark man rushed the woman, Lily into another room where an older man and his prey quickly followed.
It was the tall one, the one with his face, he wanted to make suffer then destroy. He leaned against the wall, eyes closed as he continued to plan Nigel Townsend's humiliation and ultimate demise. He had waited a very long time and spent a lot of money just to get this far. He wanted to make sure everything fell into place so he could savor every anguishing moment Nigel Townsend suffered. He wanted the man to remember what he had done.
"Dr. Townsend?" His eyes snapped open suddenly as the soft voice spoke. "I hope I didn't disturb you."
"No, you didn't disturb me." He spoke softly, feigning sorrow. "I just needed some time alone." He thought hard, trying to remember if he had heard someone call this small Asian woman's name.
"I understand."
"Emily!" A man called her from the reception area.
"I'm coming." She shouted back and then turned to him. "I just wanted to give you my condolences Dr. Townsend."
"Thank you, Emily. That means a lot to me." He was rewarded with a smile from the woman. "Look, could I get you to do me a favor?"
"Of course."
"I'm going out for just a while, out the back so I won't be disturbed. I need to get some fresh air." He sighed deeply as he reached into his pocket. "The next time you see me, would you give me this?" He handed her an envelope. "I'm afraid I'll forget to take it home with me tonight. It's very important that I have it with me."
"Of course I'll give it to you." She took the envelope, laying a soft hand on his arm. "Don't worry about it.
"Thank you, Emily. You're a good friend." He found a smile as the woman turned and headed back to her desk. "Too easy." He whispered as he headed the way he had come in.
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Macy stopped as he heard Nigel's voice speaking quietly.
"No…I don't know who it is." Nigel looked up as Macy entered, but continued talking. "Just make sure the information gets passed around. I don't need anyone else who knows me getting hurt." He paused and listened, his head lowered. "Yeah. Look I appreciate all the help you can give me." Slowly he hung up the phone and looked at Macy.
"Thought you were going to take the rest of the day off." Macy said quietly.
"I had to call someone." Nigel's voice was beginning to sound hoarse.
"Are you sure it's about you? I mean, maybe Christina just stumbled on this guy and…"
"Maybe Doctor Macy, but I can't take that chance. I have to make sure that if this has anything to do with me, no one else gets hurt." He paused, staring aimlessly at the stack of files on his desk. "Christina and I belong to a tight group…and without going into details, I just needed to get the word out for everyone to take special care…. especially if I am involved."
"Isn't that a bit drastic?"
"Is it?" Nigel stood and began gathering his things. "Christina is dead. Woody has pictures of a man who if I didn't know any better, I would believe was me." He stopped and stared hard at Macy. "All I know is that someone killed Christina. I'm not even sure it is the man in those pictures, but I won't take any more chances. I'm going home and…"
"Remember what I asked you Nigel. Don't do anything reckless." Macy warned again.
"Dr. Macy, I'll call if I need anything." He moved toward Macy. "Now if you don't mind, I would feel better knowing that you and everyone else here was busy trying to find out who killed Christina." Macy nodded sadly and headed toward trace. Nigel watched him go then made his way to the elevators, stopping by the reception desk as Emily flagged him down.
"Dr. Townsend, here's that package you said to make sure you got before you left." She handed them the envelope.
"What? I didn't…."He looked confused.
"It's okay, you've had a really bad day." She smiled then turned to answer the phone that began ringing.
Nigel felt his heart stop beating as her words registered. Whoever this man was, knew where Nigel worked and had talked to Emily. Fighting the urge to scream, Nigel quickly ran into the stairwell and began to rush downstairs until he reached the door leading outside. Taking a deep breath, he opened the envelope and found a computer disc and a note and a picture. He felt himself grow pale as he looked at the image of Christina and another woman at a party. He forced himself to breath slowly as he opened the note. It was simple.
"More when you get home. Just you and me. Call the cops and everyone you know is destined to die."
With shaking hands, he replaced the items in the envelope and then put that into his satchel. Taking care not to raise suspicion of those that were entering the building, Nigel put on his helmet and mounted his motorcycle. Within minutes he was on the road, heading home and crying hard.