Part 65

Part 65

Wishing this moment could last forever, deep down inside I knew that if I allow him to slide without a negative reaction he'll think it's okay to keep acting this way. Releasing him has never been so hard as it is now. Tears flowing, I ask him to leave and if he was free to come back in the afternoon to assist me in making sure his remains is outside of his property lines. He nodded, wiped his face, and went out the back door. I was so angry, so hurt, so disappointed, and I felt betrayed. I fell to the floor, my heart broken, with every breath there was a restriction in my chest. It felt like a full blown anxiety attack but there was nothing I could do to numb the pain.

After a few hours I gathered myself and headed back to the cellar. Dave completely awake, he pleaded with me not to kill him and that he was just doing what was ordered. I asked for the envelope but he stated that Eric took it with him. "Now that, I can't believe. If you tell me the truth, not what I want to hear, but the truth, it'll make this process a hell of a lot easier, and there won't be as much blood to clean up later."

"Okay, okay he wasn't my mark, you were. The envelope is in my bag, go see for yourself."

"Why do they want me dead?"

"We don't know until after and got know this. Unless it's above our pay grade; if it is, then we'll never know. Just know your times up and I would've protected you. Now since I know I can't trust you, I'll hunt you down until the day I die."

I ran up the stairs to search his bag. I found everything except the envelope, then I looked in the side pockets. All black envelope, opening it slowly I see my picture, the same picture I had for my identification. Means of death, torture; orders by, William C. Clark III. That's the older gentleman that briefed us on upcoming operations. I stood there amazed, shocked, and bewildered.