Chapter 2
The next morning saw Lizzie up and ready for work by 7am, having had hardly any sleep due to nightmares. Even closing her eye's now, all she could feel was that needle going into her shoulder and the splashing sound his body made when he went in that bath. Shaking her head and taking a deep breathe, she cleared her mind. Liz left the house.
She just wanted to get to work to keep her mind off everything that had happened. She was also eager to see Red, hoping that what she said yesterday didnt change anything, and to ask him about the picture.
As she was on her way to the Post Office, her phone started to ring. She checked the ID and seeing 'Nick's Pizza' flash on her screen. "Keen"
"Lizzie, we need to meet. I have the next name on the list for you." Not giving her a chance to answer, Red continued, "Meet me at the park." And with that, he hung up. Huffing out a annoyed puff of air, Lizzie changed direction.
Seeing Red on their usual bench, Lizzie walked towards him, nodding to Dembe as she passed. Sitting down, Lizzie turned to face him.
"So who's next on your list?" She tried to gauge his mood today, but Red just smiled and handed her a newspaper.
"Marcus Frost. You want someone dead and for it to look like an accident, he's your man." Pointing to a story in the paper, he continued, "Husband and wife dead after a vehicle collision. Police are ruling it an accident."
He watched Lizzie as she read the paper, checking to see if she was alright. He noticed the bags under her eyes and the way she held her left arm- some definite side effects of her encounter with the Stewmaker.
"According to this, there was a fault on the traffic lights," Lizzie said, interrupting his musings, "and that there were three cars involved. You sure this is the work of your guy?"
"That's what he does, Lizzie. You want a car accident, he'll hack into traffic control and make it happen. He'll make it look that the only people to blame are the people that work for the county. The family of the dead will get compensation and the police will close the case."
"Why's he on your list? What's he done to piss off Raymond Reddington?" Lizzie was confused...this wasn't the kind of criminal Red usually brought to her.
Huffing out a breath, Red explained the situation. "He's taken out a few of my client's people. They don't know why, but they want it stopped. Plus it's bad for business."
"So someone's targeting your client's people, and you want us to stop him so you don't lose buisness?" Lizzie asked.
Nodding, Red handed her a file. "This is what I have on him so far...see what else you can dig up." Rising from the bench, Red started to walk away, but Lizzie grabbed his arm.
"Wait...I need to ask you something." Raising his eyebrow, Red waited for her to continue. "The book you gave me last night...there's evidence missing from it."
"Is there? I hadn't noticed." Red continued walking towards his car, with Dembe following behind him.
"Who was it?" Getting no answer, Lizzie hurried to catch up with him. "Who was the picture of, Red?"
"It doesnt matter, they're dead. Just a nameless victim of the Stewmaker." Reaching the car, Dembe opened the door and Red got in. Before he closed the door he turned to face Lizzie. "Let me know if you get anything on Frost." He closed the door, and the car drove off.
Watching them drive away, all Lizzie could do was seethe and start to think up a plan to find out why the identity of the person in that one picture was so important to Red. She was fed up of all his secrets, and she was determined that this wouldn't be one of them.