"Okay, you could first let go of me" Mo said all smiles.
Kyle hearing what he said let him go, as Mo took something to seat on.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Mo asked
"I was hoping we could go somewhere more private, as you know the wall has ears"
Realizing what Kyle meant, Mo got up.
"Come on then, let's go to my office"
Taking the lead Mo walked to his mini outlet decided to shut it down and close for a while. Locking all the doors, he took Kyle to the back of his outlet and there stood a shack. Going into the shack, the whole place was covered in papers and documents. Some in files while others bound together with a thread. Taking a seat Mo then motioned to Kyle to find a space for himself.
Kyle not really seeing where to seat down decides to just hang around the wall.
"So, how may I be of service?" Mo asked.
"I am pretty sure you already know why I am here"
Perplexed, Mo blinked a couple of times and continued staring at Kyle.
"I am sorry Kyle but I really do not"
Breathing out, Kyle then moved a bit, changing his position, but that didn't seem to move Mo even one bit.
"I need to know the names and people involved in what happened eight years ago to Conan. I need to know who was involved and why Conan?"
"I really do not understand what you mean? What happened eight years back was just a coincidence Kyle. Or do you believe it to be something else?"
Waiting for a reply but Kyle had said nothing but kept staring at Mo. His gaze unflinching, with Kyle's eyes trying to pierce into Mo's soul.
"To be able to help you Kyle I need to know what you know and fix the pieces together and bring about a suitable answer for you"
"So, what will I get for supplying you such information then?" Kyle asked.
"Oh, I see. So, you are business man to at heart too then" Mo was smiling.
Kyle still said nothing, just bidding his time and waiting for Mo to speak.
"Okay, so why don't we do it this way. I will give you a discount for the information you provide that way we will both benefit then"
Having said that Mo then continued to stare at Kyle, who now seemed to nod his head.
"After the incident, eight years ago, I have been trying to track the gang members who were involved. Never been really able to get any valuable information. It always finished at a dead end"
Kyle then stopped to look at Mo, to see if he understood and Mo was staring back at him nodding. Whilst his hand was a pen and paper.
"You don't have to worry; you may proceed as this is part of the process of my documentations"
"So, having been searching for years, I finally got a clue. I got a weak link in the gang. It was Dan who drank a lot and was easy to manipulate. We had a few drinks and discussions and I was able to get out a name, Stan the Butcher. It seemed Stan isn't native to our place here in Raccoon ridge. It was as if he came out of the blues. He appeared some weeks before the murder and then later disappeared. And that didn't make any sense to me"
"I see, it didn't make sense to me too at first. So, I had tried going through my records, and I didn't have much information about Stan. He doesn't seem to be from here but came from elsewhere. But I do know he is a contracted killer but his employers. Those I know nothing about" Mo said
"So, having thought about it all. I came to the conclusion or possible conclusion that event that day was a hit and not just a misunderstanding. Because a contracted killer doesn't just show out of the blues and then disappears after that. Except if what he came to do was accomplished." Kyle continued.
Mo was now squinting his eye's and his focus far away from Kyle.
"So, you believe the reason why the butcher came to Raccoon ridge is to find and kill Conan?" Mo asked as he looked into Kyle's dead eye's and pan face.
"Apparently, I guess" Kyle replied.
"So now that bids the question why would anyone want Conan dead doesn't it?" Mo said with his hands on his chin.
"And that is the reason why I am here. I need to know why someone would want to kill him?"
Rising up, Mo went to a particular self, searching through the arranged document.
"I don't know if you know this but Conan at a point started having dealings with the gangs" Mo said turning to look at Kyle hoping to see a reaction but was given none.
"He had started to work for them not being fully invested but just to make extra cash to care of you and your mum. He had met me and wanted to know how to get in contact with the gangs. Obviously, I had tried to warn him. But he was hell bent on making sure you had a better life than he did by taking you out of Raccoon ridge with your mum. And so, his journey into a dangerous path had started"
Saying this Mo pulled out a file, which had a particular name on it, Conan. A file he took and kept on a kind of desk.
"So, do you have a file of everyone in Raccoon ridge?"
"I won't say everyone, only files of my clients and important persons "
"So, you have a file about me then?" Kyle asked with an eyebrow raised
Mo looking back at him, with a smile on his face.
"What do you think, Cleaver?"
Kyle didn't reply him but kept on looking at the file Mo had brought.
Opening the file and going through the pages, flipping through using his hands to trace it all. As if bidding his time, Mo wasn't in a rush but was very calm. And then he stopped.
"Ahah, there it is"