His heart thumped as he typed away on his laptop vigorously. His fingers moving over the keys fluently and his eyes never leaving the screen. He gulped down a swig of scotch and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. This is getting so old he thought while he hit the 'send' button.
He picked his second cell phone that was meant to be a secret and dialled the Indian number waiting for it to ring. As soon as the person answered the call on the other end, "It's done", he said and hung up the call, making his way out of the motel he just checked in. He paid the receptionist with a couple of notes and walked out of that place, never wanting to go in again.
When his entire new life was in front of him, he was planning on leaving all of this behind him. This life of secrecy which sometime
