The Open Road

Chapter 2

Flashback

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The blood l**t in my veins brought out the beast within me. I could feel the excitement giving life to my blood cells. The stakeout went as smoothly as a baby's behind; I had this in the bag, it was only a matter of time before the man I was watching fell on the ground, cold and limp.

I decided to get a better view from another angle since my position was blocked by the man's luxurious car. He adored his cars so much each one of them had a name, this one happened to be Michael. I didn't realize that the position I had opted for was a bit fragmented rendering me exposed by whoever was in the house I was watching. As if today I had scored some sort of lottery, the man's mistress came out of one of the rooms inside the mansion and covered the man's eyes as a "romantic gesture"; more like "hurry up let's get this over with and pay me my money" gesture. I felt my lips curl in disgust as mixed feelings of rage and relief washed over me.

" Mwangi did you bring me anything from Mauritius, perhaps a little gift?"

The purr that came afterwards seemed to excite the man as he quickly patted his pockets down as if searching for something. When he came up with nothing, the woman's face sulked as her sensual figure began retreating towards her room.

"No don't go. Your souvenir is in Michael, I'll go fetch it so that you can see it and perhaps afterwards we can dine in the terrace and sip some white wine?"

If that was code for "I got you your gift so can we bump uglies in the terrace after you see it", the man was pretty good. His eyes were lustful even from where I was standing. But Nairobi social lites were also lustful, for money and the guy was practically swimming in it.

"Oh darling thank you! Lemme go get ready for you. How about we meet at the terrace?"

The woman moved to the man's side and planted a seductive kiss on his cheek. He wasn't going to be told twice as the adrenaline motivated by that action had him moving faster than his age allowed him. I was standing behind Michael and as he approached his car fumbling for his keys in his pockets, I reached for my g*n, aimed and pulled the trigger. As the bullet escaped from the muzzle through the bullet hole, I saw his eyes widen in shock then recognition.

In slow motion, he fell on the ground dead, with one bullet wound through his chest. My gloved hand placed the glock on the man's chest. I stared at his pale, blood drained face with no pity, he deserved it. Screams erupted from a window in one of the rooms up stairs, the lady had witnessed the murder. Nonetheless I was covered from head to toe, she wouldn't be able to pull me out of a line up, no matter how much she had seen. To her, it was a masked guy shooting her lover in broad day light; that's exactly what the news papers would say the following day.

Sighing, I took one last view of my masterpiece and walked away, but not before kissing Michael goodbye, I loved that car too. I suddenly remembered my cocaine sachet and placed it alongside the g*n, now I was done. Whistling in jade, I walked away from the screaming woman and dead man.

That had been way easier than I had anticipated.