Eyes Of Death

Chapter 3

"Here I go," I say as I walk out the door toward the cafe I was supposed to go to.

It was all going too fast. All of this was just crazy, I don't have time to think through it all properly. I'm good at lying so I should be fine while talking to Tom, but still he is a big threat to my secret, and my thoughts from before about killing him just might be the thing I have to do.

As I am walking I see among people staring at me. It's quite odd and rude as I would think just staring at someone for no good reason. I ignore the people and cross the street where I see the cafe coming into view. Weird as it is I've lived in this city for years and I've never seen this cafe before. Probably need to get out more. Walking more and more I close in on the cafe and inside I see Tom sitting down looking at his phone. Taking a deep breath I open up the doors and let the scent of the cafe take over me with a hint of cinnamon and strong coffee.

"This is nice," I say to myself quietly as I approach Tom.

Walking towards him I see his head move up and his hazel, wide eyes lock on with mine. He gives me a awkward grin and motions me over to sit down across from him. I slowly walk over to the booth and take a set.

"It's been awhile, Henry," he says sternly.

"Yeah, it's been what over five years. Time flys by," I adjust myself in the seat.

"Sure does, sure does," he looks down. "So as you know about my daughter-"

"I'm so sorry about that. I couldn't imagine this happening to me if I had a kid."

He looks back up at me and has a move sagged almost deathly look to his face.

"It's been rough. She's been gone for almost a week and there's no sign of her. The police can't find shit," his expression changes to a dense anger. "What are we going to do when it's two weeks, three, a month? Wait for a miracle to happen, no. I have to find her, she has to be found before anything happens to her. If anything hasn't happened to her already," his voice cuts off.

I gulp hearing the emotion in his voice. The pressure on his words, and the anger he feels inside. He knows something that could ruin everything, I can feel it in my bones.

"This is bad. You're daughter being missing is just so horrible, but I know you and the help from the police and everyone else will solve where Rachel is."

"I bet you're wondering why exactly I called you in such a panic earlier to talk to you in person," he clasped his hands together.

"More help to finding her I assume."

"Yes, but I know you'll be the one to find her," his tone changes.

I raise a eyebrow. "Because I use to be a top class detective I assume?"

"Precisely, you can sniff out anything. Find even the tiniest clue and expand it into a big lead. I need you to track down Rachel," his eyes turn into a pleading mess.

I get out of my set and stand up. Looking at Tom for a second he seems to be a bit a bit confused at what I'm doing, but then I speak.

"Alright, I will do just that, but I need you to come to my house so we can put things together more for this case."

"I guess that would be best," he gets up out of the booth and is now next to me.

"Just follow me," I say as I walk to the door, then start to open it and walk outside.

The overwhelming scents of the cafe is soon expelled as the new scent of the city takes over. As Tom and I are walking down back to my house it still seems like a lot of people are staring at me, and it makes me uncomfortable. I may just be paranoid, but it seems very strange. I focus more on my destination and my plans for later today, then the pointless people giving me looks.

My talking to myself in my head is quickly interrupted when I hear Tom talking.

"What did you say?" I ask. "Sorry, I was sorta lost in my own sea of thoughts."

"Oh, sorry, sorry I was just saying something to myself. Most of people louder then I thought it was," he apologizes.

We start to get  close to my house and my thought I've had put deep into my thoughts is now leaking to the surface. Killing Tom would not only make this whole search on Rachel die sooner, but take away a big threat to my other plans I have in store in the future. If I get catch it will all be his fault and I will never forgive him for that, so I must kill before there's a possibility.

Tom and I approach my house. I take out my key from my back pocket and unlock the door. I walk and then Tom followed. Whenever we were in I locked the front door, so there would be no chance of him just bolting out.

"Nice place you got here, Henry," he tells me.

"Thank you, it wasn't cheap," I chuckle. "So we're going to go down into the basement to get everything together okay?"

"Sounds good, thank you for this, Henry, you have no idea how happy I am you were so easy to get to be put to work on this case. You're a good friend."

I smile at the innocence of this moment. "Let's head down and get to work,"

We start to head to the basement and the laughter I want to spill is so hard to keep inside. He doesn't realize how close to death he is, or how close he is to his beloved daughter, Rachel. Poor, poor man why did you have to be friends with me. Anyone else would of been a better choice. Time to meet your fate, I guess, the fate of death and you will lot be escaping it.