Copyright 2014|Mark J. Allen and Feathered Ink Publishing
Other Titles by Mark J. Allen:
A Killer’s Memoir: Confessions of a Contract Killer
Chapter List:
Intro
Rookie
Interrogating Steven
New Contracts
The First Job
Public Death
Group Kill
The Woods
Recovery
Dealers
Emma
Home
Intruders
Silent Kill
The First Five
The Next Six
The Next Five
The Last Seven
The Child
The First Flight
Back to the Beginning
The Showdown
Intro
I woke up with my hands chained to a desk. I didn’t know where I was or what exactly had happened. I looked around the room and saw two of my knives on a black table in the middle of the room. The skull on the handle of one seemed to be staring at me. Who had brought me here? This is where I ended up; but I need to tell you where it started.
My name is Wolf and I’ve killed a lot of people in my life. If you don’t know much about me it might not be a bad idea to read my first memoir that I’ve titled “A Killer’s Memoir: Confessions of a Contract Killer” and have made available to the public so they can see the life I’ve lived.
I often read through it as I was trying to figure out what changed me and the answer is simple; a girl named Emma. Often times a girl is what changes a guy and that wasn’t any different for me. I don’t think I’ve completely changed as I would still kill if I had to but now instead of doing it for the bad guys I’m doing it for the police. Again, that’s a long story and I suggest reading it in my other memoir to catch up on how I ended up here with her.
Rather than working for one of the biggest contract killing agencies the country has known I now work for the Chief of Police. I had my struggles with the transition and I honestly don’t think anybody expected it to go smoothly but when it came down to it I was really good at investigating and I was really good at killing.
Like I said before, most of this information can be found in my previous memoir but I couldn’t write this one without talking about the girl I changed for. If you’re looking for a perfect love story this probably isn’t your cup of tea. She was a target to begin with and the only job I haven’t been able complete. Instead of killing her I spared her life, realized I was being set up, and with how beautiful I thought Emma was, I never thought I had a chance with her.
I didn’t save her life because I wanted her to fall for me; I saved it because I felt I had to and felt I should. There was something unexplainable about her that I couldn’t resist. After saving her she started falling for me just as I had already fallen for her. I also worked hard to find my way to the bottom of why I was being set up.
I almost died through it all but as you could guess by reading this, I didn’t. I lived and expected no more trouble until an enemy of mine came back up in a conversation with the chief. I had met this guy before and left him for dead, twice in fact. But he apparently wasn’t ready to die and now it was my job to find him.
Rookie
Adjusting to being a cop wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. I wasn’t used to following rules and as a cop there were a lot of rules to follow. It also felt somewhat hypocritical busting people for petty crimes when I had been a highly trained killer. On top of that most of the job was boring and there was very little following through with any leads.
After a month or two of some routine stops as well as continuing investigation on Justin’s whereabouts I went with my partner to a domestic dispute. We had received a call from a neighbor stating she had seen a man hitting his girlfriend in the face and dragging her inside.
My partner, Steven, was an overweight lazy cop that complained about every stop we had to make. He annoyed me on many levels and I wasn’t quite sure how he was a cop. When we arrived to the scene he went and talked to the elderly lady that had called the dispute in and I walked up to the door where the suspected dispute took place.
I knocked three times and heard a man yell from inside.
“Unless you have a warrant, go away!” the man yelled. I didn’t respond to him and instead I knocked three times again.
“Did you not hear me you piece of shit?” he responded. “No warrant, no entry.” Wrong answer, I thought. I drew my foot back and placed it as hard as I could right next to the door handle. The cheap wood gave way and the latch broke as I pushed my foot through the door, opening it.
“Hey, that’s illegal!” the guy yelled.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “I don’t give a rat’s ass as you can see.” The guy was holding a bat in his hand and seemed very jumpy. His red, glassy eyes would hint that he was under the influence of something and from the looks of him I was guessing it was more than pot.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I heard my partner yell from across the street.
“Stay there,” I told him. “He has a weapon. I have this handled.”
“What are you doing man?” the guy asked. He kept fidgeting around and readjusting his grip on the bat.
“Where’s your girl?” I asked him.
“I don’t have one. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nobody is here but me,” he said. I unbuttoned the holster to my gun, mainly for affect and put my hand on the butt of my gun.
“Where’s your girl? Answer correctly or I’m going to shoot you in the leg,” I told him.
“What? No,” the guy said. He seemed very confused. “No, you can’t do that. That’s illegal.”
“So was kicking in your door,” I said, “Nevertheless, I did it.”
“No, this is wrong man. You can’t do this.”
“Where is she?” His eyes briefly glanced to the room adjacent to the one we were in giving away the location of his girlfriend. He tried to quickly look back so that I wouldn’t notice but I was already headed towards the room.
“Okay man, okay,” he said. “She’s in there. She fell or some shit man, she fell.” When I walked into the room the girl was laying on the floor unconscious. Her nose appeared to be broken, her lip was bleeding and there was visible bruising around her eye.
I walked back out of the room she was in; through the room the guy was in and to the door and called out to Steven.
“Call an ambulance,” I told him, “She’s roughed up pretty bad.” Steven wobbled back to the car to do as I said and I went back into the room. I removed the belt holding my gun, cuffs, and other equipment and took my police badge off.
“I’m going to have to arrest you for assault,” I told him. He just lowered his head, dropped the bat, and came towards me. When he got close he turned around with his arms behind his back. As soon as he did I kicked the back of his legs, knocking him down to his knees. He jumped up surprisingly quickly and moved away from me.
“What are you doing?” he yelled. “What kind of cop are you?”
“Apparently not a very good one,” I told him. “Not the one you wanted to piss off anyways.” He picked his bat up and I charged at him so he couldn’t swing it. I ran into him with my shoulder lowered and knocked him down to the ground. I immediately began hitting him with my fists.
The ambulance arrived several minutes later and as soon as I heard them pull up I stopped. He was unconscious now as Steven and the medics walked in.
“What happened?” Steven asked.
“He charged me with that bat,” I told him. I pushed him away and punched him a couple of times to get him to quit fighting.”<
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“You can’t do that,” Steven said. “You can’t keep hitting him.”
“I just did,” I told him. My attitude hadn’t left me and I still had no place of compassion in my heart or mind for guys that beat up on their women. If you can remember back to my first memoir, that’s exactly how I got in the position I was in with contract killing in the first place.
“You’re going to be in trouble,” Steven said. He sounded like an older brother tattling on his younger brother.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” is all I told him as I pushed my way past him. The medics had already started giving medical attention to the girl. I figured they saw it the same way I did and they’d give her all the medical attention she needed before addressing any of his needs.
When I got back to the station I was ready for the lashing and before I could step more than five feet in the door the chief yelled for me.
“James!” he said loudly. “Get in my office, now!” I did what I was told and walked into his office and sat down on one of the chairs without being invited to.
“What is your problem?” he asked.
“Nothing, why?” I said. I was being a smart ass but I was sick of the rules and sick of not getting any where with the task at hand. They had brought me here to find Justin and it was frustrating that I had barely been able to work on the case yet.
“You attacked an unarmed man. You’re lucky he was so full of meth that nobody will ever believe what he said and we’ve told everybody you did what you had to do for your life and the girls. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Should have killed the son of a bitch,” I said. It wasn’t for affect, I really felt I should have killed him and regretted not breaking his neck as soon as I had kicked the back of his legs.
“You are on a very thin line,” the chief said but before he could continue I interrupted.
“What are you going to do? Fire me? Fine, fire me! Why haven’t you let me work on anything except stupid calls with Bumbo, the donut lover? We haven’t made any progress on chasing Justin down from what I’ve seen, you haven’t let me investigate much of it, and you haven’t given me any slack. I don’t need training to be a cop. I don’t need to learn how to investigate. I’m a damn good investigator so why can’t I do my job? Why am I here?”
“You’re here because of this!” the chief yelled as he threw a file towards me. It slid across the desk and came to a stop right in front of me. I opened the file to see pictures of a girl lying on the ground, throat cut, and eyes holding a blank stare. There were several different angles of the photo but none of it told me what I was looking at.
“What is this?” I snapped.
“It’s my daughter,” he said as his throat tightened. I looked at him questioning what he just said and its relevance.
“I was following Phil shortly before we met, hoping that some day he would lead me to Charles. At that time I didn’t know it was Charles of course, I just knew there was somebody giving orders on these murders and I had information that Phil was involved. I didn’t think anybody ever noticed I was following him but one day Justin broke into my place, knocked me out, and slit her throat. He disappeared as quick as he showed up,” he said as a tear dropped down his face. “I was attempting to catch him myself because I wanted to kill him, but I can’t do it anymore.”
The chief looked defeated. He was tired and emotional and he looked weak at that moment.
“Let me do it,” I told him. “I can find him.” There was slight hesitation before he answered.
“You? You’re fired.” He said. I was a bit surprised as that’s not what I was expecting. “But you’re on this case. I’m firing you because I don’t want the legal and moral responsibility of being a cop to hold you back from getting this job done, understood? You’ll probably have to do things that you can’t as a cop.”
I stood up and offered my hand for him to shake.
“He’s as good as dead,” I said as I took the files from the chief on Justin and left. Right as I was about to leave I paused for a second and turned back.
“How’d you know Phil was part of this organization and linked to everything?” I asked him.
“Actually, it’s a funny story,” the chief said. “Your partner clued me in. Guess he knew somebody on the inside or something.”
Interrogating Steven
I was packing some of my things in a bag when Emma came into the room. She was glowing with beauty but painted with worry.
“Please don’t go,” she said to me. It was so hard not listening to her beg and plead and doing everything she asked me to.
“Babe, I have to. As long as he is out there we’re going to have to continually look over our shoulder,” I told her.
“So we’ll move. We’ll go somewhere nobody knows us; somewhere untraceable. Like the arctic or something.”
“And have you bundled up completely covered for the rest of our lives? I vote no,” I said with a smile, trying to cheer her up.
“The beach then, or an island somewhere?”
“You mean you in a bikini non-stop? Now that I could get used to,” I told her. She came closer and we kissed. I still tingled every time she touched me. I pushed her down onto the bed, moving my bag, and began kissing her roughly. We spent the next hour exploring each other’s bodies and making love to each other. When we were done we were both covered in sweat and needing a shower.
“I need to shower and get going. I’ll be home later tonight though,” I told her.
“You mean that didn’t convince you enough?” she said.
“Is that all that was?” I said, teasing her.
“You know what I mean,” she said, smiling.
“I know, and of course I want to stay, but I need to figure this out. I need to find him and I need to end him so that we can continue on with no hesitations and no worries. I need to get this out of the way so we can live a normal life.”
“I know,” she said. “I know. I just don’t like it.”
“I love you,” I told her.
“I love you too,” she said. I showered quickly and left to head towards a local diner. The diner had really greasy cheeseburgers and Steven had lunch there every day. Something had sparked my interest when the chief told me he had somebody on the inside because nobody alive had somebody on the inside unless they were on the inside themselves. You didn’t just know about guys that worked the job unless you had hired them or you were the guy on the inside.
When I walked in he wasn’t hard to miss. He was the biggest guy in the room and the only one wearing a police uniform. I walked over to his table and sat down.
“Oh, hey James,” he said while still chewing his food. I grabbed one of his fries and popped it in my mouth; this whole tactic was mainly to catch him more off guard than me stopping by.
“Hey Steven,” I said with a smirk, waiting for him to say more.
“Look, I was really sorry about you getting let go,” he said. “But I didn’t tell them anything. You know I think it was the medics that said something.”
“What?” I asked.
“I just don’t want any trouble you know?”
“Relax, Steven. I don’t care about that. I don’t care about the job or being let go.” Steven seemed to let out a sigh of relief. His body relaxed a little and he took another bite of his sandwich before he began to talk again.
“That’s good because you had me real worried there for a second,” he said, food falling out of his mouth. “I thought you were going to blame me for it.”
“No not at all,” I said with a fake laugh. Steven laughed as well.
“So what’s up?” Steven said, now smiling and relaxed.
“Here’s the deal Steven,” I said. “I need to know what you knew about Phil and how you got the information you had.” Steven stopped chewing. He immediately began sweating and his face was frozen in fear.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Steven said awkwardly.
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u’re a really bad liar,” I said bluntly. “Here’s the deal though, I need the information and I need it pretty soon. It really is a matter of life and death and I’m not talking about my life, I’m actually referring to yours, so spill it.” I watched him walk through the options he had in his head. He could spill everything and hide, he could keep it in and continue to lie, or he could try and run.
Unfortunately for Steven he picked option three. He drew his gun out of his holster surprisingly quick for his size and pointed it at me. I didn’t move nor flinch. Not because I wasn’t scared, but because I didn’t think he had the balls to do anything about it.
Some other people having lunch in the restaurant saw what was going on and started to get nervous. One girl screamed when she saw the gun.
“No worries folks,” I said out loud. “Official police business; if you wouldn’t mind taking your meals and leaving it would be for the better.” Everybody began to clear out, even the waitresses and cooks cleared out, which is exactly what I wanted. Now it was just me and Steven.
“What do you know about Phil?” he asked me.
“I know I watched him take a bullet in his head,” I told him. “I know he trained me to kill in cold blood and I know he double crossed me and almost had me killed. In fact had I not been trained so well he would have killed me; but I want to know, what do you know about Phil?”
“You don’t get to ask the questions,” he said. “I have the gun.” I almost laughed in fact a small smile game across my face.
“What? You don’t think I’ll do it? You don’t think I’ll kill you? If I tell you anything I’m dead!”
“Who are you afraid of?” I asked him, realizing he was protecting himself from somebody else. “Phil is dead; he’s not going to kill you for giving him up.”
“It’s not Phil I’m worried about,” he said. I was losing patience.
“You know, if you don’t tell me I’m going to kill you, so you might as well take your chances that nobody is going to find out that you told me. How do you know about Phil?”
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