“Amazing. I’ll call an acquaintance and get you situated in his hotel.”
“Thank you. When will I see you?”
“Next Saturday, I want you all to get to know Lana.”
“I’m there! Good luck today.” We hang up, and I wait for Oliver’s phone call.
40
MIt’s 4:30 p.m., and I’m getting anxious waiting for Oliver or Josh’s call. Lana is still at her job, and I’m getting impatient. I need to kill that motherfucker so I can be on time to pick my little hummingbird up.
My phone is vibrating, and fucking finally, it’s Josh.
“Drop everything!” Josh screams over the phone. I stop every movement and sit down in my chair. In this little sliver of silence, I look at my monitors, thinking someone broke into my house. Or anything like that. Because the level of dread in Josh’s voice is concerning, as he is always calm.
“What is it, Josh?” I ask, barely containing my nerves.
“We arrived at Marco’s home to take him, but, shit, we have a problem.”
“What kind of problem? Is he not there?” Usually, he would be home, according to his schedule.
“No, he is here. But, M, you need to come here.” Josh’s voice is making all the hairs on my body stand on end.
“I’m on my way.” Without any preamble, I grab my keys and head out to Marco’s home. His secret home.
The home where he commits his gruesome, evil acts.
Nobody knows that this piece of shit has a private home, only we do. He is meticulous in his plans, I’ll give him that.
He fits the silent psychopath to a T. He doesn’t make himself noticeable and is quite plain.
Smart.
He is smart, but not smart enough. I have the best team in the world, and we cracked down on his routine. The asshole has a regular job as an accountant and lives in the center of Sarajevo with his family, but he lies to them about his schedule.
He tells his family that his working hours are 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. He even tells them that he sometimes has after-hours business meetings, which is entirely false.
His desire for kids, mostly young teenagers, would make the devil squeamish.
Frankly, even me. While I do kill, I would never kill a child or do something disgusting to them. That’s why I took on this job when I received the anonymous hit in the mail.
I need him gone from this planet and delivered straight to Hell.
That’s why I asked Josh and Oliver to hold him there until I arrive.
I’m driving over the speed limit because Josh’s tone suggested something bad had happened. After half an hour, I arrive at Marco’s secret home, and I push the call button. The gate opens, and undoubtedly, the door is open for me.
I park my car in front of the house, which is a typical, larger home: three stories and a plain white exterior. The rest of theestate is basic as well—a couple of trees, and from what I can tell, a backyard.
I go up to the door, and I see that it’s cracked open.
“Josh, Oliver, where are you guys?” I yell while I walk through his home. So far, it all looks normal. The inside of his home mirrors Marco, basic.
“We are upstairs. Come quickly,” Josh yells from upstairs. I go up the stairs, and I can feel the tension from here. Nobody is pacing around, and no sound is being uttered.
I hear a murmur coming from the second bedroom. Before I enter the monster’s bedroom, I smell a metallic smell.
Blood.
