Chapter 107: Build Up
Addicus walked into his bathroom. He sprinkled some water on his face and stared at his reflection in the little bathroom mirror, thinking about what he had just done to Sharon.
"You did well, Addy!"
"I hurt her!" Addicus said.
"You sound displeased. You did what you had to do, what she deserved,"
"And did I deserve it when you did it to me?" Addicus asked, "Did I?"
***But the voice was gone and he was alone once again.***
Addicus went out of the bathroom and into his study. He asked one of the maids to ask Will to come and see him immediately and in about a few minutes later, Will arrived.
"You called for me, Sir?"
"Take a seat, Will!"
Will sat down and Addicus sat just opposite him.
"You told me that Peter was dead, that he drowned in the river and didn't come out!"
"Yes, Sir," Will almost bit his tongue, "Only Miss Sharon came out from the river, so I assumed that..."
"You assumed?" Addicus yelled.
He threw a newspaper at Will's face. It was a local paper and in it, there was an article about an accident that happened and how a man named "Peter Cooper" survived the crash and his wife was missing and most likely dead although her body had not been recovered.
"The only good thing written in that article is that everyone thinks Sharon is probably dead, so not many people will be looking for her, at least not here. But the fact that Peter is still alive has marred what should be a victory for me," Addicus said.
"Tell me what to do to fix it, Sir, and I'll get it done,"
"There's only one thing to be done. We have to finish the job. Find someone good, discreet and effective, and have them finish him off. And make sure that it doesn't get traced back to me. Is that clear?"
"Crystal clear, Sir. I'll get it done," Will replied.
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Chris walked along the road, never once tearing his eyes from the ground. Everything was exactly the way it was the first time he was here but, Peter was adamant that they were missing something; ***Chris intended to find it.***
He inspected the scene, but couldn't find anything, so he decided to leave. He got into his car and drove off. He immediately stepped on the brakes when he noticed something almost thirty yards away from the crash site.
He got down and walked over to the edge of the road that led into some acres of meadows. At the edge, he saw a little piece of white lace, similar to the one that Sharon's wedding dress was made out of. He also found some old footprints in the dirt, which made him go into the meadows.
He moved around, looking closely at the ground for anything until his eyes caught something. He bent over and picked up a little dart. He sniffed it and could tell that it had a strong smell of clozapine in it.
He couldn't find anything else, so he began to leave when he found another clue. It was a scrunchy, the same one Sharon wore on her wedding day.
"Well well, it seems Peter was right again."
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In the corner of a dark street, Will stepped out of his car, holding a medium size bag and ordered his men to stay there.
He moved closer to a figure that was standing and concealed in the shadows. He got closer and the person gestured for him to stop walking.
"That's close enough!"
"I've heard a lot about you, and one of those things is that you always get your targets and have never been caught," Will said to the shadow.
"Who do you need me to kill?"
"Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of him, but his name is Peter Cooper and he's a patient at Goodwill's Hospital in Jacksonville, Oregon. Room five. Is that enough information to find him?"
"It's enough! Do you have my money?"
"Half now and the other after the job is done!" Will said and threw the bag over.
The shadow stepped into the light to pick up the bag of cash and Will was surprised when he realised that it was a woman. She was wearing a tight leather jumpsuit, thick boots and a short bob haircut.
"And how should I address you when next we meet up?" Will asked the woman.
"Call me Jinx!"
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Chris got back to the hospital and immediately went to Peter to tell him about what he had found.
He walked in and without saying anything, he handed the scrunchy over to Peter.
"This is Sharon's!" Peter said happily.
"Yeah, that's what I thought,"
"Where did you find this?"
"About thirty yards away from the crash site, which means she did get out of the car before it sank into the river," Chris said.
"Then, what happened to her?"
"I'm not sure, but I think she was kidnapped!" Chris said and handed the dart over to Peter.
"A tranquillizer dart! This can only mean one thing! Addicus has her. He's the only one who could have kidnapped her," Peter said with a closed fist and anger in his eyes.
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Sharon was in the bathroom, taking a hot shower and cleaning herself up after her ordeal. The memories of what Addicus did to her were still playing in her head and she sat on the shower floor, sobbing bitterly about it.
"I'm sorry, Peter! I tried to fight him," she whispered, almost like a prayer...or a wish.
Sharon came out of the shower and applied the ointment on her bruises. She put on the dress that Will had put out for her. She noticed that a meal was now in the room. It must have been brought in while she was in the bathroom.
"Freaking coward!" She yelled at the meal, like it was her enemy, "I'd rather starve than let it happen again. You hear me? I'd rather starve!"
Enraged, she dove at the tray like a wild beast, redecorating the walls with its contents while screaming off the top of her head.
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Author's Note: ***Losing something you love doesn't mean you failed to hold on to it, it just means that you were too happy and the world wants to see you frown.***