In His Eyes

22|The Liar, The Whore & The Killer

For the past several weeks, Robert worked tirelessly on the new given case at hand. The murder that happened on Second Lane at the early hours of the morning. It tickled his brain about the whole conception of the case.

A. There was a murder weapon.
B. There were no witnesses.
C. The murdered (or murdurer) was unknown in the area.

It didn't sound like a robbery gone wrong in Robert's opinion. At exactly two in the morning, his assistant: Cindy finally handed him the autopsy report along with some other legal credentials his resoursfull assistant could pick off. Including birth certificate, passports and I.D and a brief history of the victim that was considered gold in Robert's mind. Why? It's not exactly easy to find out personal information about the dead, especially when it was a foreigner.

While sceeming through the text, Robert's eyes landed on a name of a family. The Kensignton. He furrowed his brows and continued reading on, apparently, the suspect. Jaime was part of a group of mercenarys and an export shipment of some kind that was blocked out for him to read.

Robert sighed, closing his eyes for a second before deciding to stand up and fetch himself a cup of coffee. Unknown that the person who broke his heart was the answer to his case all along. Tom

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It's been quiet for the past weeks. Not much happened, in Tom's life anyways, except the constant calls from Lisa and Barry who considered they move back to Russia, with the comfort of there family that was somewhat a master in the art of killing. Or something like that.

Tom, by his very well-being, declined. He wasn't going anywhere until Carlton became what he envisioned him to be. Come hell or high water, hypothetically speaking, Hagen was both the hell and the high water.

He wasn't challenging him to come look for him, Tom just wanted enough time to perhaps imbezzle a shit-ton of money and dissapear, just like it's always been. Carlton, he smiled to himself thinking that he actually fell for that man. He hated himself for that.

Carlton was weak, Carlton was needy but Carlton was rich. Dirty, fucking rich. If he had to be called a gold-digger to save his life, then fire away because he wasn't going to end up in the arms of a monster, or man-child with disgusting needy issues.

Typing down the last of his speech, Tom smiled then pressed print. It was only a few days till election day, and my god, Tom could taste victory by his lips. Tasting that victory was not an easy road, after all, no one said this would be easy, It was particularly hard though, It was something in between.

All you needed to win this race was set of balls and cut-throat attitude. And with that in your arsenal, you could do anything. Ask any favor, take any opportunity and seize every fucking game the political world has to offer. Tom was a natural at this type of games, with his kind of mind it was something he secretly enjoyed, how were all like chess pieces and Tom was the creator, moving everyone around and yet, everybody still looks at him like a mere pawn. He loved it, he loved the secrecy of his devious actions that led to Carlton's victory.

And with that settled, there was nothing stopping him. Maybe Hagen, but he'll be ready for that in another time.

"Tom, Are you done with that speech I told you about?" Tanya asked, glancing his way briefly before scrolling down on her cellphone.

Tom collected the numbered paper and placed them in a folder and laid it in Tanya's table before smiling thinly and nodding. He watched as Tanya took the time to read through his made-up speech with an impressed look by her face.

"This...is really good, really good" she sounded off, still reading his speech before stopping briefly and laying flat on her table. "I don't wanna read it all, I wan't surprised when Carlton read it on election day" she said, looking at Tom.