The killer jogged to the next street where his car was parked, not bothering to put his mask back on. The streets were after all deserted and he looked like any other person doing a bit of morning exercise in the rain. 'The angel of death has done it again ' he thought as he entered his car and sped off. He had earned his reputation when he assassinated a senator and a minister in the same week. After retiring two years ago, he had expected to feel rusty but he had even surpassed his own expectations as he had worked with the same level of efficiency. This job had been important, necessary and personal even. He had been an assassin for 10years without being arrested once. He never left any prints or witness. The police had called him 'the angel of death ' . He smiled with satisfaction as he remembered the look on Chike's face. It was time to put the remaining part of the plan into motion. He was going to be a rich angel. His cellphone rang and he smiled as he saw the caller ID. Joe was calling. 'Hey babe, I told you not to contact me until I'm done with my work'. 'I was missing you terribly ' Joe answered. 'I'll be with you soon' he said and ended the call. No point taking unnecessary risks' Angel thought. It will all soon be over and they can live happily, no richly ever after. He smiled to himself as he entered the house to prepare for the next task. .....
to be continued...