Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 4 - The rest of the money

And another part is here. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
I kicked into the stone and scanned the park for the sixth time. Tyler was nowhere to be seen, as well as my client who should have given me twenty five thousand dollars. I glanced over the watch.

He has seven more minutes. Why can't nobody arrive earlier?

I started to toss the mobile phone from one hand to another.

If my client won't show up I'm calling Tyler for information about him. He won't be first and definitely not the last client who I'm gonna kill.

I spotted Tyler walking slowly towards the bench. He seemed lost in his thoughts, as something was bothering him. He leaned towards the three a few meters next to the bench, pulled up his phone and ran his fingers on the display. Within few seconds I got a message.

T: On my position. He's not here, nor the bag. But it's 16:58 he has time.

I nodded my head and looked at every person walking towards the bench, looking for somebody with my money. I saw a shorter white male with brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing long black coat, even though it was really warm that day. His facial expressions and body language shouted to his surroundings. He was nervous, afraid. It was my client, the rest of my money. I noticed that Tyler saw him too.

The man quickly threw the bag under the bench and fast walked away, looking behind him to see if anybody noticed. I noticed, Tyler noticed. When he disappear Tyler waited a few more minutes before he walked to the bench and grabbed the bag.

I slowly smiled and moved to the another place where Tyler always left me my money. It was in the underground. I had a certainty that even if Tyler would decide to check me up there were so many people that I would blend in. He couldn't possibly see me grabbing the bag. I got a message.

T: Got the money. Walking to the place. I took 25k, as you wished.

I was already waiting for him there, people walking passed by me without any suspicion. They had no idea that the killer is right next to them.

I saw Tyler. He put the bag on the ground right next to door and walked away. I looked around, grabbed it when my phone buzzed.

T: It's there.

I decided to call him. It was better for me talking then texting. He answered it immediately.

"Thanks, Tyler," I said as a greeting, while walking slowly back home.

"No worries, bitch. Still thinking what to buy for it," he replied with laughter.

"It's up to you. Don't throw it to prostitutes, please," I said and stopped in front of the newsstand.

"Why?" He asked, and I saw almost everywhere the news about my job.

The killer of the most famous business man, Danny Turth, is still hidden. Death of Danny Turth. Danny Turth is dead!

After my eyes scanned the titles of the newspapers I quickly looked if police found clues that would lead to me.

"Delirious, why?" I heard Tyler's voice and it was at that moment when I released he was still on line.

"Sorry. Well because sex with prostitutions is never good. You're not gonna solve anything with it and the orgasm can be achieved by your hand anyway," I replied, and ignored the news seller who gave me really awkward look.

"You have to be really fucking lonely," he laughed at me.

"I don't look for this kind of stuff. If I really need to, I find somebody to fuck." I stepped back with smile from all of that newspapers.

They don't have any clues. That's good. That's really good.

"You just said not to buy prostitutions. You're contradicting yourself," he objected and I sighed.

"I didn't say anything about buying somebody to fuck."

"Wait! Hold on a fucking minute! You're telling me you're spending your time outside your killer base? No way!" I rolled my eyes.

I didn't say anything about going out.

I always ask if they would like to visit my house. Then it's up to them. If they're willing to give themselves to me, it's not painful. And the others are another story. After my fun I always kill them. I have nothing against them, really. I couldn't risk anything though. I couldn't risk any mistakes. Besides I had no emotions. I didn't care about them, about anybody but myself.

"Tyler... do what you want. If you want your bitches then buy them," I said to end this topic.

"Can I have one more question?" He asked slowly and I unlocked my house.

"Only one."

"Why don't you want me to see you? I mean I'm practically your friend, am I not? I do everything for you, I care about you."

Because if police or any other people would take you, torture you... I just can't risk any of that. Besides I don't have friends.

"You're not my friend. I don't have any."

"I noticed that small pause. I may not be your friend, but you're my. And thanks for the money, bitch. I'll call you once a new client pop up."

"I'll call you. Gonna destroy this number," I replied and he laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. Bye then," he said and I opened the fridge to find something to eat.

"Night. And thanks again."