Andria's pov
"It's a pity he won't be seeing his mother for too long"
She turned sharply to my direction and the trash fell from her hand in shock. She stumbled trying to maintain balance but I was already near. The nail cutter pointed to her neck.
She attempted to scream.
" One word and your neck would be beside my feet " I shuushed her, an evil expression on my face.
I studied her face and noticed sweats trickling down her face. She trembled as she tried shutting up her mouth. Tears fell freely and I almost chuckled.
They are always like this when it's time to pay...
A smirked appeared on my lips and I stuck the little knife closer to her skin. Blood drained out and she almost melted. Her feet were week and her happy smile was gone - completely.
" Who.. ar-e-you? She stammered. Her tearful eyes moving from the nail cutter on her neck and back at me.
Really? They always seem to forget the one whose life they destroyed....how can a happy woman remember me anyway?
I feigned a smile but my grip on my weapon hardened, Softly piercing her skin.
I should just end this...we were on the road and this would get bad if I was caught...
" Don't kill me.. please" she begged as she tried absorbing the pain by closing her eyes bitterly.
She still looked shaky. I mean who wouldn't when a knife was pointed at their neck?
I was just silent, Observing her repent. That was the least I could do for her.
" I have a son.. please I haven't done anything wrong... don't kill me.."
She kept on blabbing.
The fact she said she did nothing wrong didn't annoy me. I was mad, very mad!
How dare she say she has a son? I gazed at her with disdain.
" Well I also had a father" I reminded her, slicing her throat. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
She struggled holding her neck with both hands as if trying to catch her breathe.
A marriage breaker shouldn't be married and so, I took her finger. And wiped the blood on my nail cutter in her dress.
I sighed in victory - my second prey, Liza sisa has paid.
I watched blood drain from her and left as the door knob twisted.
~~~~~~~
Sampson and his team spent time in a restaurant deliberating on what to do as the night slowly passed away.
" We should look into the list of those who bought tickets to that show. We might get something.." Nike suggested, his hands carefully stroking his mustaches.
Sampson felt disgusted. He slammed his hand on the table making his colleagues jerk in fear.
John carefully shifted his spectacle between his nose and kept it balanced since it displaced due to shock.
They looked at Sampson and he looked away in anger. He hated working with them, so slow witted he murmured.
" Who would buy ticket for a show when she's going there to murder?" He asked eyes pooped out.
No one answered. He turned to Nike who had suggested the idea.
"Why do you think she followed through the back door?" He queried again but he kept mute.
He sighed in frustration and gulped down a glass of wine.
" Still we should search for that wench. Don't you think so?" John broke the silence.
Sampson looked at him and feigned ignorance.
"I think so too" Mario supported.
Sampson tried to calm his nerves. Why would the director punish him with such colleagues?
" Don't you know searching for her is like looking for a rice seed in a bag of bean seeds? It's impossible!" He almost yelled.
Mario poured out drink on his glass. Nike just scratched his head. And John did nothing. Just nothing - you would think they were scared of him.
He was the leader and he had once put them in a difficult spot when they doubted him. Hence, whatever he suggested was right.
" What should we do then?" John asked.
" We head for the boss" he replied sipping his drink.
They looked confused and dumbfounded as they watched the liquid pass down his throat.
He looked at them and shook his head in disappointment, he always had to elaborate things to them.
" The lady was sent by a boss. So we should find him" he replied giving them an annoying look.
" But if we find the harlot girl, she can lead us to the boss" John stated again crossing his arms as he relaxed backwards on his seat.
Sampson frowned again. What the hell does he have with this harlot thing?
" That's definitely what the boss would want. He expects us to waste time searching for a dead being while he cover up his crimes" Sampson rolled his eyes at him.
" Dead?" they asked in unison, their eyes bulged out in confusion.
" Yes. He must have killed her by now dummies." He snorted.
" Why would he do that? She works for him.." Nike doubted looking at his colleagues. His friends concurred too.
" Exactly! She works for him and so is a threat. He would want to get rid of every obstacle. Don't you get it?" Sampson asked.
He didn't even expect much from them. "So slow witted" he murmured again.
"What?" Mario asked.
" Ask the waitress to get more drinks" Sampson smiled in deceit.
Mario smiled, he loved drinks.
"Then how on earth do we find him?" John asked.
" We don't even have a clue or something" Nike added.
" You're right. We are clueless that why we wait...till he strikes again"
"Strikes again? That's preposterous!" Mario yelled. Nich nodded.
Sampson eyed him.
" And if he doesn't?" John asked giving him a challenging look.
Sampson smiled at him " then we look for the harlot."
John smiled back. At least his idea wasn't dumb.
" We would continue searching, there is something we aren't seeing." Sampson added reminding him that looking for the harlot was a waste of time. A wicked grin appeared on his face as John frowned.
His cell phone rang. A call from the head quarters.
Another body had been found, yet again.