Chapter 8
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Chapter 8The man sat behind the wheel of his rental car. He’d wanted something that wouldn’t stand out and had elected for a light blue Ford Fusion. It had smelled like new cars do when he picked it up. Now it stank of cigarette smoke and was littered with candy bar wrappers. He didn’t care. It was rented with a false identity, and he had no intention of returning it. He held his third cigarette in the last twenty minutes between his index and middle fingers as he looked intently out the windshield toward the house four doors down. The house he had left half an hour earlier.
He felt a buzzing in his pocket. He had placed his phone on silent before he entered the woman’s house and hadn’t turned the ringer back on yet. He reached into his pocket and fished out the old clam-shell phone. Unknown number. He flicked the phone open and held it to his right ear while taking another drag from his cigarette. “Yeah?”
“Is it done?”
“I’ve given her the instructions and made it clear that failure to follow them would end very badly for her.”
“Did you r**e her?”
“No, I don’t think that’ll help at this point. We need her defeated, not broken.”
“Did it work?”
The man looked out the windshield again. The street was still quiet. “I should know shortly.”
“Keep me informed, Samir.”
He held the base of the phone close to his face and angrily said. “How many times do I have to tell you not to use names?”
It was no use, though. The line had already disconnected. He folded the phone over and tossed it onto the passenger seat. “Incompetent fool. He’s going to get us all killed.” He looked up through the windshield in time to see the woman’s car pulling out of the driveway.
“Right on schedule.”
Samir turned the key several times in an attempt to start the car, then swore at himself when he realized that it was a hybrid. He released the parking brake, gently pressed the accelerator, and took off after his target.
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