The perfume of a murderer

Chapter 1

One year later 

The LA weather today was perfect. My boss thought to give me a few days off, given the many cases in which I participated solving them, (yeah, I like to think of myself as a  little genius) and I really needed this break from the office, and to be away a few days from the crowded city of New York.

I was sitting on the soft and warm sand, looking at the ocean, sipping a fruity cocktail, standing under an umbrella that was keeping me away from the scorching and hot rays of the sun, while I listened  to the waves crashing offshore and watching some seagulls fighting over a piece of fish. 

I was hoping not to be bothered by anyone in my off time, but I thought it too fast, because in a moment, my phone started to ring. What the hell. Iihh… one day, one fucking day is all I ask for , to chill and don’t worry, but no, someone has to ruin it. I began to search for my phone in my bag, and after I pulled it out, and saw what was written on the screen, I knew my days off were over.

“Hello?” I said on the phone, somehow annoyed.

“Agent H, I have an assignment for you. The head of the russian mob will arrive today in LA to conclude a deal with an australian arms smuggler. Nikolai Painovievov can’t seal the deal with the seller, because the russian will try to kill him, so that he won’t pay for the weapons. Now, you might wonder what do you have to do with it? Well, you have to kill his russian ass and nothing else. Another agent is dealing with the seller. You are going to do what you do better. Lure him and finish him. Otherwise, you know what the consequences will be.” 

“Understood sir. And, by any chance, can you tell me the name of the hotel he will check in?”

“Agent H, you’re so innocent. Being a strong, dangerous and filthy rich man, he will certainly not be staying at a hotel. Finding him is also your job. So, do your job well, if you want to go back to New York."

 “Roger that! Uhm, I… I have a question. Where will the me-“ I started to speak but the tone on the other end of the phone died. “Great. Fucking awesome” I said rolling my eyes. Not one single day without work. Can Hunter have a day off? No no, of course I can’t, because I have to take care of that russian prick. Fuck him and all this shit.

After I gathered all my stuff, I went back to the hotel. Being full of sand and sticky from sunscreen, I had to take a shower before getting ready for the hunt. 

When I entered my room, I threw my beach bag  beside the door and I started to undress myself, leaving behind me a trail of dirty clothes. I was totally naked when I got to the drawer, thinking of what should I wear, so I picked a pair of shorts and a strapless top, which I left on the bed, so I can get dressed  after my shower. Then I took two large towels from the closet and went into the bathroom, after I closed my phone, so I can relax while I was under  the warm water. 

After half an hour, I walked out of the bathroom and I got dressed, then I took the laptop from the tiny coffee table and I laid in bed, starting to look for those necessary information about that russian bastard. The air in the room is suffocating me, seems that the air conditioning is broken, and outside is as warm as inside, and the airstream isn't enough.

I took a pile of papers from the nightstand, and I started to wave them to get some cold air, but it was like I was getting more warmer. Oh man, right now I would love to be thrown back into those clear blue waves, that cool water that I was forced to leave so suddenly. 

I got up from the bed and I walked to the minifridge to take a bottle of cold water, which I drank, feeling a little bit refreshed. After that I was back at the laptop, getting into the FBI database. I'm pretty sure that this russian fucker has a history and it should be in our database.