Fatal Obsession

Chapter 150

"She's not here anymore."

"What the fuck do you mean she's not there? Did you lose track of her?"

"Two guys came to visit her at the retirement home."

"Did you find out the reason they were at the home?"

"I only heard a little."

"Don't waste my time."

"They were asking for information about some guy that she used to babysit."

"What else?"

"She had a photo hidden in a book in the library."

"What kind of photo?"

"An old photo of you."

"Keep that with you. Don't let anyone see it."

"Sure thing."

  The person on the other end slammed the phone against the desk.

  He got up and strode over to the painting he had on the wall. He removed the painting to reveal the safe he had hidden there. After entering his code, the safe opened.

  Inside he pulled out a passport, a stack of money and a cellphone.

  With phone in hand, he dialed a number and waited as it rang twice before it was answered.

"Why are you calling me so late?"

"We have a problem that needs to be settled."

"What kind of problem?"

"You have fifteen minutes to get here." He hung up without another word.
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"Still nothing?" Harold asked the psychiatrist.

"It's better than last time. With one more session I'm sure she'll remember something."

  Harold sighed, "I'm not trying to rush things but it's really important that she remembers."

"I know, but if I don't take care, she might forget completely forget everything."

"Keep me posted."

"Of course, I will."

  Harold glanced at the time. It was almost one in the morning.

  Knowing Tim would be awake he dialed his number.

"What's going on?"

"I can't sleep."

"Did the psychiatrist tell you anything?"

"It's a slow process."

"I've been thinking a lot about the situation with Brett. I think we should visit those names on the list early in the morning."

"Why?"

"I don't know what it is but something feels off. Like we're missing a vital part of the situation."

  Harold knew that Tim's intuition has always worked well for him.

"Okay... we'll go pay them a visit."

"Get some sleep Harold." Pamela's voice sounded over the phone.

  Harold laughed, "I should have known you would be ease-dropping  on our conversation."

"I'll take it as a compliment."

"Harold, I will call you in the morning."

  Harold hung up the phone. He wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon. He picked up the paper from his desk and scanned the names again. He had already put a tick next to Brett's name and wrote missing next to it. The other four thought their secret was buried. It would give him great satisfaction to burst that bubble.

  His cellphone rang out, driving out the silence. He glanced at the screen to see who was calling him so late.

"Kaia, I thought you'd be asleep."

"I was blowing off some steam."

"What happened at the airport?"

"Justin wasn't on that plane."

"I already suspected it would be too easy."

"Nathan gave me a paper that I need you to take a look at."

"Why? Does it have anything to do with Justin?"

"I don't know yet."

"Bring it over in the afternoon."

"Why not in the morning?"

"I'm going to visit those guys on the list."

"Do you plan on telling Aaron?"

"I don't want him worrying about anything right now."

"This concerns him."

"I know that."

"Aaron isn't going to like that you kept him out of this."
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"What was so important that I had to drive all the way over here?"

"I need you to take care of two people for me." Two photos were slid across the table. "I want their deaths to look like accidents."

  The figure picked up the two photos to take a closer look. "When do you want this done?"

"Immediately. Here's all the information you will need."

  The figure took the folder. "I'll call you when it's done."

  No more words were exchanged between them. He just needed the job over with.