Just a Little Murder

Just a Little Murder 9

Chapter 9

"Aran."

Aran smirked at his computer screen. "Kilen, love," he purred, the man rolling his eyes at him and huffing softly over the video call.

"I take it that you have arrived safely at the house?" Kilen asked, looking at the gray colored wall behind Aran, the man nodding. "Good. Did the target give you any trouble?" he asked.

"No, no trouble at all. He was surprisingly easy to seduce into bed and even easier to drug," Aran said, shrugging with a slight smile on his pale lips. "I had to dye my hair though, which isn't making me to happy. But all around, it went well." He rested his chin on one hand, thinking. "Well enough that I do doubt that the guards will really think much of his death beyond him OD'ing. They will probably spin it in such a way that makes it seem as if he is some kind of saint."

"I'm sure that they're working on the press release about his death," Kilen drawled. "I will get his cause of death leaked and spread a few rumors about. I am sure that there are people out there that are willing to talk."

Aran snorted softly. "No doubt. Just leave my little friend alone in all of this. His father is seriously a dick and he needs to turn twenty-five before the asshole can't touch him." Kilen nodded and drew a pad of paper along with a pen towards him, jotting down a note. "So what do you have on the other two?" he asked.

"Just what you found out," Kilen said, reaching out to his mouth off screen. A file popped up on Aran's new computer. "Learned their schedules. Pretty standard and what we learned of what they are up to for the next month or so."

Aran smirked at that and leant forward, opening the file to read what Kilen had sent him. He hummed a song that he had listened to earlier while he had dyed his hair, going over the schedule, picking out the bits that would work best for him. "So, spend a day or two following around the housewife and have the husband working, and I can easily take care of her," he said.

Kilen smirked. "Good." He sat back. "And the last one?" he asked.

One delicate hand waved back and forth as Aran flopped back into his own seat. "Easily taken care of to. Though...I have a question." He gazed at his Master. "What do you want me to do with the last one?"

The frown that pulled at Kilen's mouth spoke volumes and the detailed instructions just made him blink but nod.

"I need to go shopping then," he said, sending an account and a number to Kilen. Standing, he cut the call off. First, he had to go get some clothes from a local thrift shop since he was most likely going to burn them, then he had to pick up a car and start driving to his next target.