14 June 2012
Sorry it took so long.
Connie couldn't feel safe until she slumped down onto the cheap motel bed. She held her head in her hands and began to take deep breaths. In and out, in and out. Eventually, her pulse reached a somewhat normal level again and she took a look around the tired old room. Every wall was painted the same shade of wilting white, with only a small picture of a fishing boat, a window and a tv set to break the monotony of it all. Connie thought back, to Nate and the cafe. She couldn't stop thinking about his eyes, his face, his body. Just then, her phone rang. This time, it wasn't Nate. It was the mysterious man who had spoken to her earlier. "I have a new job for you, darling!" the voice murmured, dripping with sarcasm. "What now?" Connie asked, exasperated. "New target. Nathan Hemingway, 26, tall, athletic build, green eyes. Think you can find him?" the voice recited, clearly taking pleasure in the power he had over her. Connie sat there, mouth agape. What the hell...? Hadn't she just met him? "Y-yes, I'll find him. He's ghosted as we speak." Connie stuttered weakly. "Great. Don't contact me again until it's done." The voice commanded. "Wait!" Connie cried, but all that replied was the dial tone.
Part 5 soon.
Secret Diary Of An Assassin Part 4 • Opuss № I