As soon he left, the smile on Blake’s face faded almost instantly. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. After a few rings, the receiver answered the phone.
“Hello? It’s Blake Parker,” he said. “I’ll be in need of your services tomorrow. Not to worry, you’ll be handsomely rewarded. The target? Nick Parker, tomorrow morning.”
He remained silent as he listened to the receiver’s reply.
“That would be okay. I want it to look like an accident,” Blake instructed. “You’re good at what you do. I’m sure a professional like yourself would pull it off.”
“Blake, what about Derrick?” I asked.
“Hmm? Oh, that...” he stopped to think about it, then turned to the receiver. “There seems to be a slight problem, one civilian. See to it that he doesn’t become a casualty. I’m afraid he just had a kid, and it would be mean to see a kid growing up without a father.”
He listened for a moment and then nodded. “I’ll transfer the money now.”
He hung up the phone. “Get ready, Hunter, because, after tomorrow, everyone will be mourning.”
“I can’t believe you’re going through with this,” I sighed. “I hope whoever you called doesn’t affect Derrick.”
“Funny you should mention,” he snickered. “He said he needed an assistant to watch tomorrow.”
“What? Why?” I asked.
“Don’t ask me. I’m not sure either,” Blake sighed. “Tomorrow, follow them and make sure that Nick doesn’t make it out.”
The following day, I met with the assassin. He was dressed in a suit but wore a mask.
“Perfect day for fate, isn’t it?” he greeted.
“Good morning, I guess,” I replied. “When do we begin?”
“We have already begun,” he motioned towards the road.
At first, I didn’t see them, but the sunlight reflected the tracks he had placed on the road.
“Now we wait and watch,” he said slowly.
Sure enough, Nick arrived, and his tires burst.
The next part was too horrific for me.
I watched as the trailer rammed into the car, making the latter flip upside down.
Before the trailer came in contact with the car, I saw Derrick stepping down to take a look at the tire that got popped.
I ran to the car and noticed there were still signs of life. Derrick seemed to be okay. He was unconscious but still breathing, the same thing as Nick.
“It failed?” Blake slammed the table a few hours later when I told him what had happened. “There was no way it failed.”
“Well, they didn’t die,” I said. “Derrick has regained consciousness, and besides his injuries, he’s doing great.”
“I don’t fucking care about the stupid driver, Hunter,” he yelled. “I’m more interested in knowing what happened to my brother dearest.”
“He also lost consciousness, but the doctors say it was pretty bad,” I informed. “They said he suffered damages to his head. If he wakes up, he’ll most likely have no memory of his life so far.”
“Well, great, just great,” he groaned. “Wait, do you think we can pay one of the doctors to poison him?”
“I don’t think you heard what I said, though. I said there’s a high chance that Nick would lose his memories,” I repeated.
“So?”