You Don't Belong Here

Chapter Fourteen

"It's done."

"Very good. I'm sending your finders fee now." A moment of silence fell over the line, and Brielle packed her sniper rifle into the metallic suitcase. "If we're being honest, I was uneasy about renting your services, but your contact was very...insistent."

A notification chimed on the burn phone notifying the woman of the completed financial transfer. "Have a good evening, Mister Brooks."

"Hold on...! Before you go, may I have your name, sir?" Her grey eyes narrowed. She couldn't blame him for the assumption; the voice changer did add a lot of bass to her voice, and even through the robotic interference it was easy enough to assume the person on the other end of the call was a male.

"I don't disclose personal information, Mister Brooks."

"Well do you provide security provisions?" More silence. "A snake without a head can still bite, you know?"

"Babysitting costs extra."

"As you can tell by the state of your account, finance is not an issue." Brielle considered the request for a long moment. "I'll pay triple your usual price. I want the best babysitter you can provide."

Another moment passed over the line and Brielle bit her bottom lip as she absorbed the statement. "We will send a live-in nanny within the week."

"Will I be notified as to who they are?"

"No personal information, Mister Brooks."

"Right, right. My apologies. Thank you again for your services. Have a lovely evening." Brielle ended the call and let loose a heavy exhale. She had been working for the G.L. Brooks Foundation for little more than a year when the owner mentioned in passing that he had a problem with a longtime rival that he wished he could 'just get rid of'. Apparently the situation had spiraled out of control in recent months and the aggressor was now making threats on Brooks's life.

Brielle had mentioned a 'gardening service' that would pull out any 'weeds' from the flower bed. Naturally Brooks cringed at the mention of a hitman, but a few drinks later and a few hours of convincing had left him in agreement. She provided him with the number to the burn phone and he called to talk about a potential gardener that very night. The voice changer worked like a charm, and he sent the 200 thousand dollar down deposit before the initial discussion had even ended.

Now that the job was done, another 400 thousand had just been deposited into the encrypted account. And here he was offering triple that for a secret body guard. Little did he know that no one would be sent that week, because the agent was already there. She would be the "nanny" he so requested, and she would be that much deeper into his pocketbook.