May 30 2009
Day 7
The official cause of death was a “freak gas accident”. The story did not even make the news, and it was buried on page nine right after the “lost domestic pets”. Everyone in the Agency knew who was responsible for the death of one of the most respected men in their secret profession. He could not even go at the funeral, no reason to take unnecessary risks. But now it was personal, after the woman he loved “Krokous” had killed his mentor. He did not know that her last action was to betray him, maybe better.
It was time to meet in person. The occasion came up after a couple of months when “Krokous” decided to have a very public christening for his third daughter. It was his second marriage to a cheap looking blond that got pregnant while he was married to his lovely wife of 23 years. Everyone felt sorry for his wife, that was running the charity organization and raised the twin daughters, but everyone could not say no to the invite. It was the biggest party filled with South African lobsters, Russian Chaviar and Kobe beef. The setting was stunning, a restaurant at the edge of a cliff overlooking the beautiful blue Mediterranean sea. The white tables and chairs danced in perfect harmony with the sunset colors of the sky. Over 1,000 were to show up, pay their respects, and gossip about the new wife. ”Krokus” met her at a real estate company he owns, she was selling condos in Dubai to Russians, and she was not good at it; but she was
great to somehow corner the big at an office visit, got an invite to his hotel suite and be his “steady girlfriend” for a couple of years. Nobody understood why he went all the and married her after she got pregnant, but sometimes true attraction is a reflection of one’s inner self.
“Krokous” was wearing an expensive white suit, and really cheap white shoes. He was smiling and waving to the guests as they paraded in front of him to make sure he noticed that they came. James invited the long-legs blond and she was thrilled to go a a real date with the man with “kind eyes and real balls”. She really thought she blew it when after she slept with him on their first encounter in Miami, he did not call her back; but this invitation was worth the wait.
His cover was a publisher-editor of a small magazine, with great potential and a possibility to be acquired by “Krokous” group of companies. The introduction was made by a third man that owed the Agency big. When the two men met they both had the same thought: ”What this idiot doing here?He must be eliminated”.
