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After that day, Sam started coming over every day. After a while, Desmond realized to his greatest amusement, that he actually enjoyed the kid’s company. He didn’t even bother with a snide remark after Rayhe told him one day that Desmond was definitely a hell of lot more mellow now than he was a month ago. He just snorted something without an actual reply, and Rayhe left it at that. Then, a couple of weeks or so ago, after yet another poker game (Sam tried to persuade the assassin to start p
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When Desmond walked outside after Sam rang the doorbell, he immediately noticed a black car parked across the narrow street. He lightly tousled the kid’s hair and dragged on his cigarette. “Don’t turn,” he said softly, and Sam looked at him with puzzlement. “Okay,” he said slowly. “Why?” “Did you see anyone in a black vehicle behind you on the way here?” Desmond asked with a lazy smile, his posture relaxed. “Black car, you mean?” Sam almost turned around, and Desmond put his hand
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*whistling smiley goes here*
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He sat in his car for almost two hours. Specter and the kid went inside the apartment and they haven’t left it yet. Alessandro briefly wondered if Specter was entertaining himself with the kid in his own twisted way, but he discarded that idea almost immediately. Samuel seemed to be at an extreme ease around the man, and Alessandro knew that if Specter had even touched the kid, that ease would be gone in a heartbeat. No, he is not doing anything to him, Alessandro thought, and for some reason, h
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Alessandro could not believe his own eyes. He had heard that expression before, but it never made much sense to him (how can you not believe something that is right in front of you?) until now. It’s been almost three months since the darkly-sweet night when that son of a bitch Specter burned alive. Alessandro was insanely tempted to break the bastard’s neck after he handcuffed him in that house. He almost went through with that, anticipating a sweet sound of Specter’s neck snapping under his pal
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Sam stopped the car in front of Desmond’s apartment building and silently looked at the assassin, waiting for him to get out. “Thanks, kid,” Desmond said softly, and Sam blinked. “Yeah,” he muttered, his fingers hugging the gear stick. “What are you gonna do now?” he asked suddenly, and Desmond shrugged. “Gonna lie low for a bit,” he said. “Until I am sure everything is safe... And then I’ll get the hell out of this city,” he finished with a small smile. “So Gabriel is going to l
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It'll get explained. Don't want to do it right now -- no spoilers 😏
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“So far so good,” Desmond thought when Rayhe casually asked him whether he wanted a drink. Gabriel wasn’t as bad of an actor as the assassin feared he would be. He was, in fact, surprisingly good and convincing. “Yeah,” he said to the offer. “That would be good... I’m gonna take a leak,” he added and went to the bathroom. The roar of the garbage disposal was his cue to come back into the kitchen. “I could definitely use a drink right now,” he said, and Rayhe’s shoulders immediately g
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Desmond rang the doorbell and impatiently tapped his foot on the welcome mat, waiting for the door to open. It finally did, and Gabriel blinked in surprise when he saw the person behind that door. “Sam!” he said. Sam LeVoughn froze when he saw Desmond. Then his eyes shifted to Rayhe, and he finally blinked. “Gabriel...” he muttered. “What are you...” he looked at Desmond again, as if trying to figure out how in the world these two knew each other. “Do you want some sort of a payment?
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Three days ago “It’s a miracle,” Desmond said as seriously as before. “Let’s go eat something, I am hungry.” They went outside, and Rayhe felt as if he had a lead bar in his left pocket; that vial was getting heavier and heavier with every step that he took. They went to a small café on the side of the road, and Gabriel forced himself to eat something. Later, he couldn’t even remember what it was that he ate. He kept up the mindless chatter, answering Desmond’s questions, throwing
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He went into some tavern; he didn’t even notice the name of it. He ordered a drink, and after it arrived, he just sat there, staring at it blindly. He sat in that tavern until almost one in the morning, his drink untouched, his gaze empty. Finally, at one in the morning, the waitress tapped him on the shoulder. “We are closing, hun,” she said, and Rayhe slightly jerked as if she just woke him up. He looked at her with a small frown, as if trying to figure out what she just said. “We are clos
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You do have a point 😶
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It was ten minutes to eight on Friday night, and they walked into the house behind the old Plaza. “I still can’t believe that you forgot about a safe here,” Desmond said with a grimace. “This would’ve been so much easier and less risky...” “Yeah, well,” Rayhe shrugged. “The last time we were here, the safe wasn’t anywhere near my mind... And then I simply didn’t think about it,” he shrugged again. “It’s all good though. The more money, the merrier, right?” “Right,” the assassin sighe
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Several days later, they came to realize that they were almost out of money. At first, Desmond just shrugged indifferently. “I’ll make a trip to the bank,” he said, and Gabriel frowned at that. “What?” Desmond asked, seeing his reaction. “Well,” Rayhe said slowly. “I am pretty sure the Salamanders know that we are still in the city... They also know that sooner or later, we’ll need money... There are only four banks around here... Methinks they will be watching every single one of them.”
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It was a week later when he tapped Jason on the shoulder while the older man was reading a book. “Umm,” Desmond said after Jason looked at him with a silent question. “I think... Umm... Help me,” he finished in almost a whisper. “Okay,” Jason simply nodded and returned to his book. ‘Okay’? That’s it? Desmond stood there for a minute or two, feeling like a complete idiot when Jason just sat on his chair, his nose buried in the book. Finally, Desmond turned around and went into his roo
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“You did what?!” Jason stared at him with wide eyes. Desmond uncomfortably shifted on his feet. It’s been seven years since that fateful night when he decided to wait for the rain to pass on the bench next to Jason’s house. Seven years since Jason offered to become his teacher. Seven years since the nightmare had finally stopped. When Desmond learned what Jason did for a living, he was almost scared at first. Killing people for money? The thought made him shiver. Then, after a while, he
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Almost posted an explanation about fingerprints and whatnot when my computer flipped me off, insulted me in binary, and generously presented me with a blue screen of death 😠There is no way I could resurrect that sheet of my comment, so here is a short version. Fingerprints wouldn't be an issue: the car belonged to Sam's father, so Sam's fingerprints would be all over that car. He had to unwrap the tarp to see what was underneath it, so his prints there would be expected. As for his alibi... It's not as if I missed that detail -- I simply figured his neighbors would vouch for him because being a good, supportive neighbor is very important to every single tenant in that apartment building... (yeah, Im lying -- I totally missed that detail 😶)
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Desmond looked completely calm. Gabriel thought that he almost looked detached. “Help me to get him in the car,” he said in an even voice, and Rayhe nodded and followed him into the house. “You’ll need to get rid of that chair,” Desmond said after they were almost inside. “And replace the carpet as well.” “Okay,” Gabriel said. When they got into the house and when Rayhe saw the living room, he was amazed. He expected to see blood on the walls, or even on the ceiling; a huge mess that
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It was 10:50, and Werner absent-mindedly licked his lips. He’s been sitting in his car for the last hour. He was so eager to get Rayhe on his knees finally, that he left his house a hell of a lot earlier than he planned. As a result, he ended up arriving to the house behind the old Plaza at 9:45. Therefore, he was sitting in his car for the last hour, trying to keep his imagination from running wild. He didn’t want to take care of himself again; he wanted Rayhe to do it for him. That and he was
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Specter's Gamble (chapter 15) Today was a good day for Werner LeVoughn. It started with him waking up at seven in the morning, which usually wouldn’t be such a great thing – Werner liked his sleep. This time, however, was different. He woke up from an amazing dream that he was having. The dream involved Werner himself, Sam (the spoiled brat told him plain and clear that if Werner were to ever touch him again, he’d chop his balls off; talk about ungrateful little bastards!), and none ot
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Desmond lay still on top of Gabriel, waiting for Rayhe to fall asleep. He knew it wouldn’t take long. He was right. Fifteen minutes later, Gabriel was fast asleep. Desmond got up very carefully and got dressed. “Time to pay a visit to Sammy,” he thought. He wouldn’t kill the kid; not right now anyway, not while he was still with Rayhe. Because if he kills LeVoughn-Junior now, Gabriel just might come unglued, and that would lead to an inevitable face-off, which would be a very inconvenient thing
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My computer stopped acting funny for a bit (hopefully it'll stay that way), so I can answer comments now! The guy in the house was alone (it'll be explained later but in no way it's a spoiler) because he never shared the information with anyone else. He was the one who got hit by Gabriel's spell, so he wanted to deal with Rayhe personally, to deliver his own payback. He also grossly underestimated Specter, even though he should've known better. As for the door... That was a good question. To be honest, I've never given it much thought. 😥 Desmond was the one who "paperclipped" his own lock, but for anyone else it wouldn't be as simple -- my newfound little loop 😁
