The Hunter and The Prey

Leak

Chapter Thirteen

Leak

Five days after Natalie Barry had been track down Deril was engineering a master plan where they will isolate Chasen. He was debating of kidnapping Ms. Barry and chucked her in the Amazon where the fun begins. Amazon because Chasen will feel secured of his familiarity of the place so the boy won't do every fuss to prepare himself. He will leak her whereabouts to the hunter first. If he was sure Chasen was in hot pursuit he will immediately call Azir to leak the place where all the hunters are at the same place. A brilliant idea, a thrilling one. It is so convenient that Natalie Barry was still breathing, still savoring her freedom not knowing her days are numbered so does Chasen.

And there's another wonderful prospect in the horizon. A ransom money in the business; call the Fritzcoles and demand half a billion hard cash. Yes that was a tempting prospect and Azir would love a fifty-fifty of the profit. Intense, massive and rich transaction. Cold hard filthy cash and they get to kill Chasen afterwards. Brilliant and arrogant idea; who wouldn't love such happy endings? If they will figured out Ol' Deril Isellaw was working with Azir, Deril will disappear and will had a new face and new identity; retire some place where skirts walks by and the fun continues.

Deril loves it of course and dreamed of it. Only one person was in his way and the father was doing private investigation of his own son. The mysterious large amount of money Deril was spending finally caught his father's attention.

And it will be the death of him. He shouldn't meddle in the things that weren't his concern and he should stop blabbering his obsessive praising of his nephew.

No matter, Deril was ready to neutralize the old man.

He followed him home riding a very slick motorcycle. He was careful not to tail him near and allow four cars in between them. The familiar street came into view and he zoomed first towards an abandoned apartment across the old man's house. There Deril took out a sniper gun and spied the old man's movement. Then the perfect opportunity came and he shot a direct hit in his father's head.

He was gone before the guards could poise themselves in defensive way. His father didn't move a single muscle after that. He ditched the bike in the street hot for car thieves; throw the gun in the river and burned his clothes in the bin.

A ring on the phone made him hurrying to the hospital. Fifteen minutes later the doctor told him his father was dead on arrival suffering a fatal gunshot in his head. He fakes a mournful face in front of his spectators, sobbing slightly and force tears in his eyes, and he was arranging the old man's burial. He wanted to be done with it in two days spun of time, but the FBI wanted to do all sort of examination of the dead.

His father's friends were there to investigate too, discuss the death as murder, and tell Deril their sorrowful condolences, more faking of grieve and more listening of sympathy. Then the Fritzcoles came in, Mrs. Fritzcole in the lead -she was after all the sibling of the dead; they comforted Deril all the dawn.

It was easy to relay what he known of Chasen's prey, they chug wine as they let someone took over with the funeral. He fake a long sorrowful sigh and blurted, "I got information of your girl, cousin."

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