“Done and done hon.” She also added a smiling emoji.
“I saw you run out. I’m watching now.” He texted back, and also added a smiling emoji.
“Any word on the plate of the van?”
“No, don’t worry, we’ll get it.” Nobu texted.
“I hear the cops. Once they get here, I’ll leave. I’ll head home. I want to watch it from there.” She texted and then hung up.
As the sirens drew near, Imani started the car and pulled away, she’d need to exit before they got on the street, otherwise, she could be spotted and she didn’t want to spend all night here.
She pulled onto another side street, waited, then crossed another. Then she pulled out on the straight away and drove toward home. She let out a contented sigh. She was sorry she had to leave so fast. But with that shot, she couldn’t afford to linger. It would have been her luck to be right in the middle of butchery and the cops show up, called by a neighbor. Better safe than sorry.
She hoped they could find that van, and she hoped that she’d have more time with the bastards. Four less pieces of shit in the world, it was a good night. She hoped those women would be okay.
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Haiden followed the woman from well behind. There were plenty of vehicles on the road. She had a black hat of some kind on and from what he could see, a black shirt. He’d been parked across the street, waiting for what, he didn’t know. He’d spent the last three days sleeping in his car and was kicking himself for the fool he was, yet he had to see. He had to know.
He’d seen a car come from the parking garage, a small Toyota. He’d scrunched down as he watched the car pull onto the street. He nearly shouted with joy when he recognized her. She looked like a man with a hat on, but he knew it was her. He let her get up past him, and then pulled out.
He kept well back, knowing if he spooked her, he’d lose his chance to see what she was up to. He’d been monitoring the net, looking and scouring sites, assassin for hire, mercenary for hire and the like. He’d found a few of them, and two had female assassins for hire. He’d fiddled with the sites, but they were heavily encrypted and he wasn’t a techy. He’d thought about reaching out, but wasn’t sure that was a swift idea.
He saw her make a turn and slowed down, the traffic beginning to thin out. He then made the turn himself and saw her nowhere, he pulled ahead, looking up one side street, then another. At the fourth, he saw tail lights and turned. He kept back, and pulled over and turned off his lights. When she was far enough ahead, he pulled out again and followed. He drove for an hour and wondered where in the hell she was going. Thankfully, the traffic, though light, was there to cover him.
He then found himself out in the suburbs, and wondered at it. It was near 2am. He saw her stop and he pulled over, his lights off. He waited, then he saw her pull away and turn down a side street.
“Shit.” He bit out. Then he pulled out and went after her. As he turned the corner, he cursed himself again, she’d parked at a house and so he’d driven on by, cursing himself. He hoped he’d not given it away. He slowed and turned two blocks up and came up to the other and turned back down. He pulled over and heard a dog bark. He turned off his lights and slumped down low in his seat.
Why is she out here? He wondered. He looked at his watch, it was just after two. He sat and stared out the window at the other houses. There was absolutely nothing remarkable about this place. Lots of homes, older homes. It was a well-established neighborhood of midclass people. Not poor, not rich. Most homes had two cars in the drives. Lawns mowed, but not immaculate. A lot of Gnomes. Maybe a lot of elderly? Was she here for a job? Did she have a hit this far out into the burbs? Why not hit them in town?
He heard a pop, and recognized it for what it was, a gunshot. He sat up, listening for more. He watched the houses around him. No movements, nothing. No lights came on. He didn’t think the shot was loud enough to wake anyone near him, he was two blocks away. He wanted to get out of the car, but he didn’t dare. He turned on the ignition and did a U-turn and drove back to the side road that her car was parked on. He was still two blocks away, but he turned his car off and waited.
He listened but heard no other shots, no alarm calls, no police sirens. The houses were all quiet and dark around him. Then he saw her, running in a low crouch, to her car. He scooted down and watched her get in and she turned on the car and drove toward him. She’d been in a black body suit, every curve of her body apparent. She drove past and he held his breath. He watched the sideview mirror and she turned the corner. He let out his breath and waited. Should he follow her? No, he knew she’d head home and he didn’t want to show his hand.
Then he heard it, sirens. The police were on their way. Had someone called them? Had she called them? What the hell was going on? He didn’t need to get caught in the vicinity, so he started his
