Gone
Section 3
At the table sat a man that looked
like he was in his late forties. Salt-and-pepper hair, but
brilliant blue eyes that told a story. What the story was about,
I had no clue. But it was a dark one. He stood up and shook both
of our hands. Chris said, "Good morning, Mr. Harrison. I am
Christopher Stevens, and this is my partner, Laila Mohamed. You
contacted us because you're in need of our services?"
Harrison indicated for us to sit down. "Good morning to you
as well," he started, "I have come to Augusta because I
heard about two assassins who do their job very well - or so my
sources say. I've come to offer you an assignment for four
million dollars, each." Before he could say anything else, I
interuppted him. "Excuse me, sir, I don't mean to be
rude, but we don't do just any job. Chris and I do jobs that
we believe would benefit the society. Not your typical
he-ran-over-my-dog-therefore-he-deserves-to-die kind of
stuff." He looked at us, interest suddenly in his eyes.
"Well," Harrison said, "I should probably explain
myself. My name is Judge Harrison. I am, well, was, an undercover
CIA agent. I worked with them for 18 years. However, age has
taken it's toll on me, so I retired, but, instead of just
sitting around, I work as a cop. I was recently given a murder
case on a 28 year old woman, Adele Anderson. Her body was found
on the short of Lake Lanier."
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