Lawless

Chapter 1 - I need your help

"Target has entered the cafe now Captain. I'll keep a close watch."

The woman walked into the famous cafe in Birmingham, O'Hara Coffee. She scanned the place for a while, till a bald head came to her attention. She walked to the secluded table on the far end and took a seat opposite an aged man and greeted him with a formal smile, "Afternoon Mr Brown."

"Afternoon to you too, Miss Lawrence," Mr Brown greeted back extending his hand to her, which she shook in turn.

"I've read your file, and it makes sense not to visit him after he became a vegetable." The young lady pushed her ash blonde locks out of her face and settled comfortably on the chair. Her tone remained like every other day she went out to meet with clients, cold and unfazed.

"However, I will need you to visit Liam Brown. Five times at the very least - with three days in between each visit."

"It crucial that you act overly friend with the old lady next door, make up scenarios of when you last saw her, create general conversations, leave gifts for her granddaughter from Amorie's June limited edition clothing line - do everything you can to make her think she has known you for ages. Moreover, Mari - the new nurse. It's been a little over 2 weeks since she's taken over for the previous nurse, so she won't be able to testify against your lack of visitation from before. So make sure to introduce yourself and ask questions about Liam's conditions - it will benefit you to look over these documents and get familiar with them." Verena explained, sliding an envelope towards the man.

"Hold on Miss Lawrence. Why should I do that? I have no reason to do this sort of nonsense. get comfortable with these lowlifes? No way." The old bald man frowned, crossing his hand over his chest he leaned back on the wooden chair.

Verena observed his arrogant response and her eyes somewhat darkening. She placed a hand under her chin, leaning ever so slightly forward. Her silence caught the old man off guard and he slowly adjusted his posture.

Thoroughly enjoying watching the old man grow unintentional cautious of her action, a simple lopsided smile appeared on Verena's face.

"Mr Brown." She started, her expression alone was enough to show that she meant business and the old man involuntarily shivered under her gaze. "These are things you need to do if you want the jury to be convinced. Otherwise, they will know that you attempted to murder your grandson."

The old man scrunched his brows together, a nervous sweat, and a cold chill went up against his spine. Everything was done in silence, nobody knew, how on earth did the secret got exposed? "How - how did you know?"

"You can't lie in front of a lawyer Mr brown, the truth always comes out to us. Anyway, after you've done what I asked you to do inform me and we'll set another day to meet. Now, if you'll excuse me I have other things to do." So speaking she stood up, and extended her hand, forcing the old man to nervously follow her lead.

"Boss she's entering her car now. I'll follow her," the young man mumbled into the Bluetooth.

Folding the newspaper that he had been pretending to read the whole time, he quickly followed Verena to the street opposite the cafe. Yet somehow, in a few moments, it took him to get there, his target had gone missing.

"Sir, Miss Lawrence has gone missing!" He exclaimed, rushing to where he expected her to be. "I saw her walking here, but..."

The person from the other side let out a long-troubled sigh, "Is her car still there Kyle?"

"Her car is still her Sir,' Kyle replied, frantically looking around for her. "I can't find her. What would I do?"

"Telling me why you've been tailing me the whole day would be a good start."