A Murder, Inc.

2: Absent

Chapter 2

Absent

10:26 am

Murder, Inc. Headquarter, somewhere underground

He is late, Vira says to herself for the tenth time this morning. Where the hell is he? He should have being here over an hour ago. And what else could be more important than their Sunday meeting? Even if something did come up, he should have at least texted her.

“Aramis, where are you?” Vira asks, letting her frustration escapes as her call goes straight to voicemail for the numerous time. “Aramis—”

A tone from her inbox interrupts her from blowing up this time. She opens it.

From: nobody@blackbox.net

To: vc@murderinc.com

Subject: (blank)

I have your boy.

Vira reads the message over and over again, before she finally snaps and makes a baseball pitcher pose. The phone hits in seconds, complete with the sound of glass cracking ten meters ahead.

Great! He just got himself kidnapped. Okay, there is no need to panic. I just have to start my research. Ask around. Track his GPS.

She pushes her laptop lid up and starts typing in source codes in a new window. Another window pops open with a graphical map showing up. The last record she can get her hands on shows that Aramis was driving near the outer ring of Brooklyn. What was he doing in that area so late?

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Interrogation

08:37 am

Some school, Brooklyn, New York

The janitor’s door is suddenly yanked open and the boy is pulled inside.

Auberon feels himself being pushed back, causing him to slide against cabinet doors. An arm rests against his neck, forcing his head back, while its pair is starting to creep against the lower area of his region.

He is about to shout out a protest, when the hand abruptly grabs his crotch not so gently and begins to tug.

The boy knows that he should be angry in this situation, but for some reasons he finds himself rather liking the administration the hand is giving him. Soft, circular. Hard, vertical. Auberon finds himself sinking into the euphoria sensation deeper and deeper. So close…. just a bit more….

The hand suddenly grips him way too tight for him to feel comfortable with, and he hears himself releasing that breath that he has been holding on. Then all senses and common logic returns to him like a wrecking ball hammering at his skull. What is he doing? Why is he letting this person touch him like this? This is not like him. Not like him at all.

Trying to grasp on the situation, it seems like the person has asked him a question. He was too distracted to hear it clearly, which lead the hand to stop giving him pleasure and start putting pressure on him.

“I repeat. Where was the last time you saw Aramis Cynfael? Answer the question, or I will break your dick.” The voice sounds sensual yet dangerous at the same time. She speaks and acts calmly, but her mind is ready for murder. He can almost taste it on his tongue. And just to make sure that he knows that she is serious, the hand starts to squeeze around him unpleasantly tight.

“Yesterday…. Last night.”

“What were you two doing last night?”

“It was Saturday. We were just in the cinema for a newly released movie.”

“What was playing? What time did it start and end?”

“CNUY. 8.30 to 11.30.”

“Why would he hang out with you?” This question make Auberon raises his eyebrow.

“We’re good friends. We were just having fun. What’s the matter with you? Some jealous girlfriend who thinks we are gay? Well, you have the proof in your hand. Now let me go,” he demands, now rather pissed off. He tries to push her off of him, but she does not even budge. She is like a pole, stiff and stand.

“Not yet. One more question. What happened after you watched the movie?”

“We went home. He dropped me off at my house and then he went home.”

“How are you certain that he went home? Were you there? Did he say so? How are you so sure that he does not have any intention of dropping by anywhere else before going home?” What’s with all the twenty questions?

“Well, I don’t know. I’m just guessing, okay? Geez!”

The hands on him move away and he hears the sound of a door being yanked open and close. And just like as fast as she came, she is gone.

It is still too dark for Auberon to see anything. The only thing he could notice, before she was gone, is her white shirt.

God! His neck and lower half are sore as hell, but the only thing that he has in his mind is her and her talented hand. He will give anything just to have her touching him again, as crazy as it sounds. She tortured and threaten him, for Christ's Sake!

The more he tells himself that, the more his body yearns for her. He has never been touch that way by anyone before, especially strangers. If one of her hand can do so much, he wonders what the rest of her body can do to him….

Maybe he is going insane after all.