Another chapter. Just figuring the story out. Please consider leaving a review.
WARNING: This chapter has a very upsetting moment but I need to establish how evil this villain is.
THIS IS A TRUE STORY
The events depicted took place in Ontario in 1995.
At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed.
Out of respect for the dead, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.
Lake Missiago, Minnesota
February 1995
Heller Mason laid perfectly still, looking through the scope of the rifle. He watched as the two figures moved across the frozen surface of the lake, their final destination the ice fishing shack in the center.
Herb Grayson was on an ice fishing trip with his twelve-year-old son Daniel. Mason had tracked them from their home in St. Paul. He was about two hundred yards from them now, waiting for the right moment.
This was the culmination of nearly six months of work. Mason had been hired by the Chicago based crime family, the Leone's. In 1979 Herb Grayson had been Joey DiAmio, who testified against the only son of Vito Barone, a Capo for the DiAmio family. Michael Barone had been sentenced to life in prison and was killed by a rival inmate three years later. Vito Barone jumped to his death soon after.
It was a betrayal that had not been forgotten. Don Leone had asked Mason to find Joey DiAmio, who was in witness protection, and report back to him. It took those six months to find DiAmio, now Herb Grayson. His wife had died of cancer two years ago. He had just one son. Mason reported this to Don Leone only, who gave him the order. He suffers the same as Vito Barone did. This order stayed between Don Leone and Mason only. This was breaking the honor code. Mason had no problem.
He aimed the rifle past Herb Grayson and at Daniel's head. The bullet traveled fast and Mason watched it find it's mark, the familiar spurt of blood precedingy the boy falling back. Despite the distance Mason heard the wails of Herb Grayson. Mason left him to grieve. The contract was complete and Herb Grayson was square with the family again.
He hiked back to his car and drove away. He drove for an hour before stopping at a strip mall in some frozen town and calling his service from a payphone.
"This is Mason. Contact complete."
There was a pause and then the voice Mason had never put a face to spoke.
"New job. Whitechapel, Ontario. Earliest convenience."
Mason scratched his chin in thought.
"I'll be there in 24 hours."
….
Benny had been quiet for awhile. He was staring out the window as Ethan drove towards the Whitechapel police department.
"We can't change what is going to happen," reminded Ethan.
"I know."
'Even if we can. Benny, we don't know what saving him would do to the future. Our future."
"I know, Ethan. It's hard though you know. It would be easy."
"We can't."
Benny was quiet again for a full minute before letting out a sigh.
"Grandma had told me died during this business with the Furniture King. The man your dad warned you about. Heller Mason. He's the one who kills him."
"Yeah he's a major threat. Not much we can do about him."
"Do you know if he's killed himself? Does my dad at least get justice?"
"I think he does. Dad said this man Mason, he spread a lot of chaos, or he is going to spread, a lot of chaos, but he was taken care of. Whether by the Whitechapel police or hunters I don't know. Look, we need to focus on stopping Mr. Lark and making sure he doesn't steal the key."
"Yes. So we steal it right?"
"Correct. We steal it ourselves and take it to the future. Your grandma and my dad will know what to do with it."
"So we have to steal it from a place guarded by hunters? Great."
"Do you have another idea?"
"Sadly no. Let's just try not to get shot."
"We do it at night. In and out. What could go wrong?"