His Assassin

Chapter 11: Besties

Vixen

I fixed my wig to make sure my black hair was covered before stepping out of my car. I always need to look presentable for my meetings with clients...I say as I pull up my pants with slashes through them from other jobs.

I took one last look at my contacts and went into The Underground, passing through the single door made of crystal and the black lights that accompany it.

"Miss Stryker, right?" The bouncer I saw last time asked me.

"Yes, the usual room in the back please." I nodded.

"Actually, the person you're meeting is waiting there for you. She came in 15 minutes ago," he said.

"Oh, ok, thanks." I gave him a small smile and walked by him, going to the back room.

To me, if my client is at our meeting place before me, I'm the one who's late.

I went into the backroom, "so sorry to have kept you waiting."

A woman with long dark brown hair, medium skin tone, and light brown eyes was sitting in the booth. Her white shirt glowed under the hints of black light that brought out the brightness.

She looked up at me, "it's no trouble, I was a bit early."

I sat down in front of her and extended my hand, "nice to meet you, I'm Vixen."

"Alanna." She took my hand and shook it.

I brought out my whole set up; voice memo, notepad, and pen. Pressing the red record button, I asked, "so how may I help you?"

"I tried getting justice in court, I really did, but the legal system failed me. The man I need you to kill is a danger to society. He raped me and got away with it...do you sort of feel my pain?" She looked at me.

Her eyes were dim, filled with anger and a hint of sadness. Damn...I remember when I'd look in the mirror and see the same pain in myself.

"In a way, I do. I need the target's full name and appearance,  I also need to see pictures. This meeting is to establish who I'm after. We'll meet a second time to sign a contract." I readied my hand to write what I heard.

"His name is Erik Michaels. He's about 6 feet tall, has pale skin, average build, sometimes a beard, and light brown hair." Alanna paused for a moment. "Something to take note of is his hands. His fingers are stubby at the tips and some skin is cracked."

I could tell that his description made her uneasy, but it was something we needed to dig into.

"Very good. Any pictures?" I asked.

"Yes," she took out her phone, tapped on it a couple of times, and gave it to me, "I have a whole folder for that monster. Some pictures are blurry, but they're still something."

I analyzed about 7 of the pictures, already gathering information she hadn't given me. This man has wide-set eyes, broader than average shoulders, his hair ranges from short to medium length, and he really likes a particular sweatshirt.

"I need these printed out please, they must not be sent to me." I slid her phone back to her.

"Got it."

"Do you know where he lives? Or maybe where he looks for victims?"

Alanna looked down at her hands, taking a breath, "he found me...you know that corner store? Danny's?"

"I believe so."

"He found me there. He swiped me up in his big, grey truck, and took me to some field. I don't remember where that field is located."