The Silver Lining

THIRTEEN

Place: Spade & Wright Firm, Near Crown Court, 313 Roundway, Mill Hill broadway.

Time: 17:00 hours GMT

There was tidal wave of crowd that had gathered around the building of Spade & Wright.

While some people just wanted a little glimpse of the survivor-attorney that Johnathan had become, curious members of the crowd-who either admired Johnathan Spade beyond fandoms or had their theories built around suspicions as regards this 'perfect escape', had gathered around to have any piece of material they could get their eyes or hands on.

No human spared!

Johnathan peaked through the blinds and carefully observed 'mass' that had joined downstairs either in his praise or with suspicions. He smirked in pity at the crowd as no person had any idea as to what he really was.

Although it was a true triumph that deserved a high-end fancy celebration, Johnathan wanted to be back at his office in the law firm; just to make sure that his appearances and tracks were duly covered. After all, Lisa would be killed anytime now and he needed an alibi; that too a strong one.

'And what alibi would serve better than the media!', He smiled at the idea.

Johnathan and the media people always had that love-hate relationship. And Johnathan loved playing games, especially a fun game of hide and go seek.

"The cover has to always work, son!", He remembered his father's words.

With a smile of satisfaction towards random camera flashes visible from his office, he removed his fingers from the blinds and walked back towards his desk.

'I feel like God today!', he thought to himself. After all, the accident was executed with perfection and now, after the series of pretenses, he was a free man and nobody thought out loud about putting the blame on him for any parts of that accident.

The accident that had brought one of his pro-bono to a closure.

The accident that people thought was intended to kill Johnathan.

The accident that Johnathan himself had executed, considering that his men were proved unforgivably sluggish in execution of his plans for Lisa.

Most importantly...

The accident that cut out all the loose-ends he and his father couldn't tie up.

He checked the clock on his office wall and felt a hint of discomfort and frustration. 'What's taking them so long to make just one capture-and-kill?!', Johnathan couldn't stop staring at his cellphone. He sure had ordered to find and kill Lisa but he knew his men far too well.

The cartel training under his regime has never really been of wising up the men but had lately become more of a rob-and-kill type and he made a mental note of changing that soon.

Although Lisa was not an asset, Johnathan wanted to tell her the tale of her parents and then kill watch her die.

The tale that he would proudly tell to every competitor, just to threaten them and nudge them towards preferring to strike a deal with Johnathan by his pre-dictated terms instead of brutal death.

The thought of Lisa crying her eyeballs out to the story of her parents, right before his men pull the trigger, brought a crazy smile on Johnathan's face.

"Sir..." Johnathan's dream was disturbed by one of his men and Johnathan almost killed that informant.

"Finally... Do you have my hard drive?" Johnathan asked, hope peeking though his voice. "put the call on speaker."