Dicing with Death

Chapter 3

I cautiously walked into the darkened room. Travis walked in behind me, switching on the light to reveal Alexander Olliston tied to a chair in the middle of the room. He was wearing a suit, probably for a meeting of some sorts.

His eyes were filled with fear only to stretch to the size of full moons as he spotted the Ruger Super Redhawk gripped tightly in my hand.

"I told you I didn't do it" he said with his voice filled with fear, making eyecontact with Travis.

"We have footage of what you did in the concert. You were the one who pulled the trigger" Grief momentarily flashed in Travis's eyes.

I remembered the news report clear as day. "Superstar shot dead in front millions of fans" the captions read. Travis was devestated by the news and swore to kill the one who shot her. I still couldn't figure out why he reacted the way he did considering he trained assassins for a living.

I raised my gun to Alexander's face. "Last chance" Travis's voice was low, almost a whisper, "why did you shoot her?"

Alexander broke down, sobbing. "Ulysses Malik hired me. Y-you don't understand. He told me he will give me enough money to take care of my two children if I killed her. According to him she was intervering with his 'plans'. As soon as I shot he disappeared" he chocked out the words, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Travis was silent, his wooden expression unreadable. "Kill him" he ordered.

I put my finger on the trigger "Wait, please liste-" and I pulled it. A loud bang was heard throughout the building as the bullet sliced through the air. It left two holes in Alexander's head: one where it entered and one where it left. Behind his now dead body the wall was painted scarlet.