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The first thought she had after waking up was she must be dead. Upon moving her limbs a little bit she immediately revised that thought to wishing she had expired. Instead she was sure this is was it felt like to fine out that happens to super expired food after its been thrown out. The continued story no one actually wanted to hear. Everything was sore, as if she'd been a vase glued back together, but could still feel every crack.

"That was a stupid thing you did you know. You could have died." The voice was near her on the left, and despite her discomfort she turned her head and looked at the man it must belong to. When she did she was started to see the man next to her looked like a horrible burn victim. She pushed herself up and felt a wave of nausea come over her.

"What happened where am I?"

"I don't know how exactly to answer that. As to where you are you,"He seemed to hesitate, "you aren't far from where we found you the Holy Crossroads Cathedral."

"What? I need to go to a hospital I fell I should be dead I could have internal bleeding."

"No hospital could help you now. No I'm sorry but I'll be helping you to heal and adjust to your new life I'm truely sorry but it was the only way to save you it maybe a day before your up and moving the full transition may take a week to gain your full strength."

"What the Hell are you talking about I want to go to a hospital." Even as she said it she could feel the nausea receding. She tried to push herself up but her arms felt to shaky to push herself up the rest of the way.

"Please stay in bed I'll be back to check on you in a little while. Try to get some rest. You'll feel better soon." He stood up and crossed the small room opened the door and shut it with an unreasonable amount of speed.

"What no! No! Come back. Come back!" She tried rather febily to get up and felt her whole body ache like if she had just gotten over a terrible fever. Her arms hurt from supporting her weight and lungs seared with every deep breath from the sheer effort to raise her body further. Her lungs seemed to hurt the worst. Still she drew herself up further and swung her legs over the side of the small bed she was on. she tried to stand to make her legs support her body weight, but found herself already panting. You can do this you have to get yourself to help. She crossed the room on increasingly shaking legs and with a weak hand tried to turn the handle of the door. It didn't turn at all it was locked. NO. She felt Panic well up inside her. Trapped she was trapped. She tried with greater force to open the door wrenching on the handle. It didn't budge. She began to beat on the door.

"Hey! HEY! Let me out. LET ME OUT!"

She screamed. "Hey, Hey! Come back let me out!" She raged and screamed and pounded till her hands started to lose feeling. After that it wasn't long till her legs crumpled beneath her. Still she continued to beat at the door. Her eyes grew heavy as time passed. Her voice had long since given out, it felt sore just breathing. Still she pounded, till it too was a weak knock. Her eyes closed. When she opened them again she was back on the tiny bed her hands had been wrapped, she noted they hurt far worse that the rest of her. As she accessed what hurt the back of her head, her lungs felt better but still hurt, her ankles, her hands and forearms, her stomach. Oh gods she was hungry. She looked over at the nightstand a cup of water and a small bowl of soup sat there. The soup was cold so it either came that way or it had sat for a while. It could be poisoned but she discounted that quickly. Why bandage her hands if they wanted her dead? It could be laced with drugs, that was enough to keep her from eating it. She tried to clear her throat but it was too dry. She looked at the glass but the thought of drugs kept her from trying it either. She got up and tried the door again. Not really expecting a change and she was right it remained locked. Well she thought, as she sat back on the bed, boredom will be the worse of it till she starved to death. She kicked her feet up and layed her head down till she fell back asleep.

When she woke up again she looked around the bowl was gone and a different cup and small plate with what could have been a stew were in its place. A note was there as well "Please eat" it read.

"Fat chance," she mused to the open air.

She rather quickly discovered that no boredom would not be the worse of it. She had to pee. She tried the door vainly. Beat at it again ruining her bandages and causing her blistered hands to break open. Shouted and begged to no avail cried and did everything she could think of to not pee herself, till she finally broke down went to the corner of room opposite the bed and peed on the floor. Sobbing at how awful, how uncivilized, how inhumane it made her feel to have to sleep in a room she peed in like a child. She curled up tucking her knees to her chest rocking and cried herself back to sleep.

When she woke up again her whole body hurt both from crying and from not eating. Her hands were rebandaged again and the food had been changed out again. A small bread roll sat next to broth in a bowl. The water cup was replaced with what looked like a weak tea no spoon in sight. The only other new addition to the room was a bucket in the corner she had had to pee. The smell of urine was gone so her captors must have cleaned the floor up. She angrily knocked the soup bowl on the floor and dumped the tea in the bucket.

She unwrapped her hands, tears streaming down her face. They hurt badly but the rest of her felt fine her head no longer hurt and her ankles felt better her stomach hurt badly but it wasn't enough to kill her yet. She decided with the hinges on the other side of the door she would try to break it down. A plan that resulted in her bruising her shoulder and arm. Temporarily defeated she stopped. Despite being hungry she refused to look at the roll. She couldn't sleep any longer. She kicked at the door, slammed the cup and bowl and eventually she tried to pick up the night stand to throw against the door with no success. When she was ready to give up that endeavor she decided she'd move the bed against the door so her captors couldn't get in and continue to go in and out while she slept. The bed felt heavy to her and she felt sore and weak by the time she moved the bed against the door. She was now shaking but felt happier. The room which she was now referring to as a cell looked like a rather large closet no windows no vents. One single light in the ceiling which never turned off. A prisoner. She still couldnt sleep so she looked around the room. The blank wall opposite the door bothered her. She looked at her hands pulled off gingerly a scab and sqeezed a little till her hand began to bleed she used her own blood to write freedom on the wall. It was something. With the room blockaded she layed down on the bed waiting to be awoken by her captors trying to get in.

When she did wake it was not surprising then that she was immediately jolted by seeing the same man as before sitting across from her bed. The bed had been moved back to were it started and the nightstand had been righted and returned as well.

"You're awake."

"What the hell!"

"I can see you wouldn't eat my food, and wrote on the wall." His voice was gentle and quiet.

As she looked at him she could see a bruise across his face that looked like a hand print.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get back here those first two nights I was locked up too." He paused and seemed to instinctively clutch his ribs as he said it.

"I'm going to get you out of here. You won't understand but you'll figure it out. When your ready come back here. I'm" He stopped drawing a sharp breath. "I'm tremendously sorry for what happened to you. I have money for you, a new phone your bag and all of it's contents here for you. Please know we were only trying to help you."

"By imprisoning me?" She snatched her bag.

She sat a few moments more letting her tears clear up. She decided to change cloths, no reason to be in a dress. She intended on going to her closet to pull out a night dress so she could just go to bed. Nope can't sleep yet your phone was your alarm clock dummy. She got up went into her room flipping on the nightlight. She instead grabbed a comfortable pair of jeans and warm fuzzy socks then tennis shoes. She doubled back to her dresser grabbing a comfortable sports bra and loose cotton shirt, she looked out her window the breeze had picked up. "Ok," She mused out loud. She pulled a warm hooded sweat shirt off a hanger. She went to her emergency stash of cash in a jar. It was full of fives tens and twenties she pulled the whole wad of cash out counting it up quickly seven fives, two tens and five crisp twenties. A hundred and fifty-five. The change jar she left alone. It might be enough for a temporary phone and service plan, and she could stop by the bank in the morning. Actually no she couldn't her car was at the art galla across town. "Well fine then!" Ok so she'd call into work for like the first time in almost a year.

"I haven't had to call in since mom was in the hospital I don't believe this."

She would call her sister explain what happened and maybe, she looked around to see the time, the lack of clocks in her house was starting, she made a mental note to buy one. Maybe eat something.

She headed to her door with her bag and cash in her wallet. She was going to lock up but as she turned saw her camera on its hook by the door it wasn't as nice as her work one but Allison had got it as a present for her. On impulse she grabbed it. Stuffing it in her hoody pocket, it made her feel more secure.

"Ok into the night."

She walk down to the elevator, hit the call button and began waiting. After a few seconds she got impatient and took the stairs right next to the elevator, she was grateful it was well lite and not super steep.

"Guess I wont need to head to the gym tomorrow."

By the time she got outside she felt like running, maybe from her problems, maybe for the exercise. There was a convenient store down a few blocks and a tiny diner coffee shop type place that would have something she could eat. She took off in a slow jog down towards the street crossing lights. The silents this time outside felt more eery oppressive and it gave her the creeps. Its fine she told herself, your just rattled. All the same she pulled her hood up and picked up her pace, till she hit the light. As she slowed bouncing while she was waiting a rolling bottle behind he startled her so bad she glanced to make sure no traffic was coming and bolted across the street with out waiting for the light to change. She kept running full pelt till she reached the next blocks end. She slowed down enough to make sure no cars where coming again and continued without fully stoping. This pattern continued till she was outside the convenience store, and completely out of breath. She dropped her hood down, her lungs hurt a little. She shambled inside slowly still breathing hard.

"Are you being chased by the undead?"Came the voice of a young man who sounded like he was trying way too hard to imitate a surfing hippy.

"No I'm just out for a night run."

"Cool."

Uh she restrained herself from rolling her eyes. "Do you have phones and prepayed phone cards?"

"A few. Right over here."

"Great Thanks."

She walked over and looked at the phones. Yup they were awful alright but it would do She asked the young man at the register

"Could you unlock it off the shelf?"

"Yup just need ta see your ID."

"ID why?"

"It's store policy."

"My ID was stolen."

"I thought you said you were out for a run?"

"I was." She said indignantly "It was stolen earlier tonight."

"Can't help you man."

"Look I have the cash for it."

"Doesn't change the fact that I need ID."

"To purchase a phone."

"Yup."

"That's outrageous."

"You could try a Tech store in the morning."

"Your an unsympathetic jerk. I can't call anyone not my job not my sister."

"We have a phone here you can use."

"Oh that would be good," she started sarcasticly "and what if she calls back?"

"What do you want me to do give her a message? I'm not a voice mail service."

"No I want a phone of my own and I have the money to pay for it. Why you won't sell me a phone seems ridiculous it's not cigarettes or alcohol."

"You know what lady take your business elsewhere I'm not servicing you."

"I hope you have a lowsy night." and with that she walked out. She looked at the diner across the street. Well I can still eat she thought. She walked across the street and pulled the door open to the diner. The smell of warm pastries and coffee greeted her.

"Can I help you?" came a friendly waitress voice.

"Umm well yes do you have a phone I could use? umm and maybe I could get some of what ever that wonderful smell is."

"You want some honey cake? Would you like some coffee too?" She had a big smile on her face.

She couldn't manage to smile back.

"Sorry I've had a bad night my phone was stolen and the jerk next door to you guys wouldn't sell me a phone to replace it. It's super late now and all I want to do is call my sister and work to let them know I won't make it in tomorrow."

"Sounds like you've had a rough night. The shop doesn't have anything but a payphone, but I have a phone you could use. Just take a seat and I'll go get you a cake and coffee then I'll go in the back and let you use my cell."

She felt a small measure of relief.

"Oh that would be wonderful."

The waitress returned shortly with a warm cake and coffee. She slid the sugar down to her and asked if she needed anything else before she grabbed her phone.

"No." She took a bite of the warm cake. It was wonderful and had a light honey glaze on the top.

She shouted after her. "This is amazing."

When she returned with her phone she said, "Glad you like it, it's my mother's recipe."

"I like your mother already."

"Let me unlock my phone real quick then just type the number in and after hit send."

"Thank you." She took the phone and typed in her sisters number. It rang a few times before it rolled over to voice-mail. She heard "Hi you've reached Allison, please leave your name a return number and a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If your calling about a breaking story please call the networks news line at." Petra rolled her eyes of couse Allison would use her cellphone for work. She heard the beep.

"Hey Allison it's Petra I'm borrowing someone's phone because mine was stolen. Can you please let the network know I won't be in tomorrow. When I get a phone tomorrow I'll let you know what happened. I hope Tom got you home safe, love you. bye."

"Thank you for letting me use your phone."

She finished the cake and coffee and got her total all of 5 dollars. She set down 15 dollars for her kindness, and left so she could walk home. She was walking towards the light. The wind had really picked up and it was a little chilly. She looked down the street and could barely make out the trees edging Faith park. The cathedral from her dream earlier. It was still close maybe she would just walk by it real quick before she went home.

When she got down to the park she looked at the old cathedral building. Only to find there was a light on in the top. It was faint and dim but definitely there. She pulled out her camera and clicked a picture it was a beautiful night minimal clouds and the wind was starting to die down. She figured a few more pictures would look great. She clicked off a few more when she noticed a shadow figure move to the doors of the cathedral and appeared to walk right through. She double checked the last picture she snapped off to be sure someone was there. Yup there was a figure in the frame hard to make out. Alright she was going to get a better look. She got right up to the cathedral and tried the door, it was locked but there were vines covering the side of the building that looked like they lead right up to the light. She slung her camera over her shoulder and walked around to the side of the building with the vines. There was a lattice holding the vines up the side of the building.

"That looks doable."

She shifted the camera strap on her shoulder and began to scale the lattice holding the vines to the building. When she ran out of lattice she gingerly tested the vines growing all the way to the roof. They seemed secure and we're able to bare her weight. She continued to ascend till she could she the window she saw from the ground. It appeared to be the 3rd floor window where light was coming out of. she tried to peer through the dirty window, but wasn't able through the sludge. She shifted her grip till she could use her sleeve to clean a spot so she could see. What she saw on the other side looked like three men in masks that looks like beaks of a bird. They stood over a candle lite table. She shuffled her hand towards her camera strap lifting the camera so she could take a picture. The camera caught on a vine and she tugged so it would come loose. That's when she felt the vine come loose from the building, and then another and another and then her whole body came loose from the wall. She let loose a blood curttling scream as she fell three stories to the ground below, failing to catch hold of anything to slow her decent.

The car was pulled up to a gate she inched to the door and pulled the handle launching herself from the car.

"Oh dear she's a runner."

Was all Petra caught before she was running full pelt in heels faster then she thought possible her lungs started to hurt and still she ran. As the street corner drew closer she could see headlights, if she ran a little faster she could make it. She got to the corner and a pair of arms grabbed her pulling her in to them holding a cloth up to her face.

"No, Valeria just sleep."

It was the last thing she heard before she lost consciousness.

She could hear voices in her dream.

"You did what?"

"I saw her running you know people who go inside don't come out."

"So you thought you'd bring her here!"

"I thought, I hoped maybe she was."

"You know that's not possible."

"What should I do with her?"

"Put her in the park."

"Alone at night?"

"Where she can't be found by undesirable sorts."

Then she was floating the cathedral in the park fading from veiw.

When she woke up she was in a park on a bench under the lights near a fountain in a pile of black feathers, and her head was pounding. She had no idea how she had got here, or where here was for that matter.

Her first thought was just a hazy feeling she knew this place. Her second was a terrifed did she have her purse? She patted herself down. No no no NO! How could this happen where was it. Panic welled up inside her she bent over to cry and there amongst the feathers was her bag. The relief she felt was immediately overwhelming and she burst into tears.

"Don't cry miss, a lady shouldn't cry."

"Oh! I didn't know anyone was there, it's, you see I'm lost I don't remember what just happened."

"Whoa slow down, may I sit down? Let me help you." His voice reminded her of jazz singers.

"Yeah ok."

"If it helps your in Faith park."

"Faith? That little church park? Actually I live not far from here then I could even walk."

"Do you? I could walk with you."

She gave him a studying look, he seemed old and calm and the white in his hair gave her a warm grandpa feel. His chocolatey brown eyes reminded her of a melting heresy's bar and the rest of his warm chocolate color and old navy blue suit made him feel like he just left Sunday service.

"Were you just at church?"

"Weell no I was over visiting a gravesite over near here, they are old ones so old aint got no body to greave for them anymore so I come sometimes to lay flowers say prayers and clean off the vines from the stones."

"That's so kind, do you know where the tall apartment buildings are?"

"I surly do."

"Ok so let's go then."

He slowly got up and offered his elbow to help her up.

"Thank you but I've got it."

They slowly made there way to the street.

"Anything look familiar?" He smiled at her. Her head swiveled around looking. She still had that groggy just waking up feeling.

"Not yet."

They walked a short ways further. She spotted a street sign. "Wait what's that? I know that place it's about 12 blocks from my apartment."

"You would say 12 city blocks is close to your apartment? These old legs may not feel like that's close."

"Oh no its fine you don't have to walk me."

"An let a fine lady wander the streets alone at night? No, I'll just call a cab or somthin to pick me up."

"Oh no you don't need to do that I can manage all by my self."

"It would make me feel better to know your safe." He gave her a stern grandpa look, one she felt she could turn down but would feel guilty.

"Ok, that's fine."

Secretly she started plotting to pay for his ride back and for troubling him. They slowly walked along in comfortable silents it didn't feel heavy or empty. There was a light breeze, crickets, the sounds of traffic and other night life, rattles and clinks of the night.

"We'll need to cross here." She finally spoke up as they neared her building. She could feel her feet starting to hurt in the heels she was in.

"Alright."

They crossed quietly and she walked up to the door she started digging in her bag for her key and her wallet. She found the key right away and kept digging around for her wallet when she finally felt it her stomach dropped it felt thin and flat. She pulled it out and opened it.

"Oh no."

"What's wrong?" His gentle voice raspped.

"It's my wallet someone stole my cash my ID, why would someone leave me an empty wallet, jeez if someone was gonna rob me they should have done it properly."

"Should I stay while you call the police?"

"What no you look tired if I need a statement we could just call you, could I have your number?"

"I don't have a number you could have my address though."

"Yeah ok."

She pulled a notepad out of her bag and small pen.

"I see they left my work notes alone."

She opened to a blank page to let him write, and handed it over to him.

"Here."

He wrote down in very elegant handwriting his address and handed back the pad and paper.

"Let me call a cab."

She dug in her bag again a second.

"The bastard got my phone too."

She tryed not to let her eyes well up.

She felt a light hug embrace her.

"It'll turn around child, it'll turn around tomorrow will be a better day. Don't worry bout me I'll walk."

"I'm so sorry for your trouble."

"It's fine your worth it, don't let anybody tell you differen, ev'y body worth it sometimes." His smile was warm and reassuring.

"Good night, and thank you."

He turned and began walking away. She didn't catch what was said.

She used her key to open the door and walked to the elevator pushed the button and stood waiting. Did he call her Valeria too?

Petra had been looking around as subtly as she could wandering down halls and through doorways. She turned down a hall, walked through a doorway pretending to admire the paintings up for auction as she went. She was near the end of them when she spotted guards standing much farther down the hall. Petra walked back through the door frame and straight into a taller gentleman throwing her off balance, she looked up at him apologizing to find his gaze wasn't on her but looking back past her from the direction she'd just come.

"Excuse me, you look familiar, have we met?"

"No, excuse me."

He didn't look at her at all.

"Wait, I'm sure we've met."

He looked her over as if examining her full worth like she were one of the shop items. The glance was brief but seem to take her in and judge her valueless in seconds.

"No we haven't, you're mistaken, good-bye."

"Are you sure? Please if you only give me a moment I'm sure I'll know where I."

He cuts her off.

"Are you deaf or stupid, get out of my way Valeria."

"My name's Petra."

"It's, I don't care who you are!"

He attempts to push past her.

"Maybe I was mistaken, maybe I don't know you, excuse me."

She mutters "He looks so familiar though."

"Stupid girl, mind your own business."

He then brushes past her nearly knocking her over as she was thrown off balance again by the unnecessary force of his weight moving her.

"Valeria Strom what a beautiful name, like I've heard it before but?"

She trailed off not able to finish why the name had popped into her head. Strange she had felt so sure she knew his name like it had been there at the very tip of her tongue.

Who are you, She thought.

She quickly headed back to find her sister. Petra found her sister Allison.

"So did you get your scoop?" She asked Allison.

"What scoop?" Allison slurred.

"What do you mean what scoop? On the guy Grayson who is supposedly involved in human trafficking that scoop?"

Allison's eyes remained glassy, but she spoke up. "I met the most attractive guy. His eyes were so lovely I just wanted to take him home maybe show him a good time." She smiled at that.

"Are you drunk?" Petra fumed.

"No, I think Graydon can wait let's have fun I'm going to fine that guy."

"Oh my god how much have you had to drink?" her eyebrows knit together in a scowl when she saw the empty bottle near her feet. "A bottle of champagne are you serious? It's Grayson not Graydon, the guy you've been fanatically obsessed with for the last 2 months trying to get this story." her sisters wouldn't meet her eyes. "What is wrong with you?"

"I think I wanna sleep with him."

"What with Grayson?"

"No the guy I was talking to earlier."

"Have you been drugged?" Petra shook her.

"hummm?" Allison sounded distant.

"That's it I'm calling you and Uber." She pulled out her phone. "Tom, I need you to come get Allison someone put something in her drink. I can let her story get away you know she'll never forgive me."

She heard him say he'd be there in 15 minutes or so. "Ok. Thanks. Allison I need you to sit down and wait here for Tom. I'm going to look back down that hall one more time."

Petra hedged slowly down the hall over towards the doorway leading to the hall with two guards standing outside of it. There were fewer people in this end of the building and the paintings ended well before the doorway leading to the hall with the guards. Still she tried to look lost and confused as she wandered down the hall towards them.

"Excuse me do you know where I could find a restroom?"

"This is a restricted area, you have to get back to the area with the other guests immediately or you'll be removed."

Petra plucked up her courage and tryed to stare this man down

"Is that anyway to treat a guest of Mr. Grayson's?"

At the moment she said it a man emerged from the door.

"We're sorry sir we'll have her removed immediately."

"You heard the lady is that anyway to treat my guest? Young miss, sorry dear I've forgotten your name?"

"Allison," Petra blurted out. "Allison Dawn"

"Allison is my guest this evening, she'll be joining me for dinner tonight after the art auction. Won't you my dear."

"Yes absolutely."

"Yes sir of couse sir, we didn't know you had a special guest."

He grabbed her wrist and guided her down the hall.

"That was plucky, trying to lie to my own guards, do you have a death wish?"

He stopped pulling her along the hall they were quite alone standing by a door with an exit sign above it.

"A death wish no sir. I just wanted to meet with Mr. Grayson, well you sir to discuss."

She turned to look at the door it sounded like a car pulled up. As she turned back he was practically up against her seeming to breath her in like you might perfume.

"I like plucky girls they always seem to be real fighters."

her eyes got wide shit she thought this was actually a really bad idea, a really bad idea, like now she'd be getting off'd by a mob boss bad or raped or.

He spoke.

"Won't you join me for dinner and drinks?"

"I uhh left my sister back at the auction, she'll be worried."

"I'm sure she'll get along without you."

The way it sounded as he said it like there was a double meaning like she would need to get along without her for more than the night. she backed up a little towards the door.

"You know, tell you what you can ask me anything you want and I'll answer truthfully."

"Tempting, but I think," her hand fumbled on the doors bar to open it. "I'll pass."

"No, you wont." He said flatly.

His arm circled her waist and he pushed her out the door. There was a limo waiting with a door already opened he shoved her in and closed the door behind him the vehicle immediately started moving and she heard the doors locks click.

"So ask me anything."

"Are you planning to kill me."

"Oh most definitely."

"Great now that that's out of the way, what business are you in the mob, human trafficking? With all the disappearances."

"Oh no nothing so Germaine, the people that disappear around me are for far more amusing reasons."

"Then how did you aquire your wealth?"

"Magic," seeing her face "No truly there are so many things in this world that humans will never understand never even get a glimpse of, well and you my dear won't get to see any of it."

"I should be terrifed right now but I'm still laughing that you believe in magic."

"Laugh while you can you'll be dead before sunrise. I will enjoy watching the demons peel your flesh from your bones while you scream."

She took a steadying breath.

"But how does it all work?"

"A wallet I got a very long time ago."

"Ok, where did you get it?"

"I stole it from a child, a long time ago, see I was a homeless beggar on the street, hungry, dirty, tired. I watched her leaving a sweets shop, little hands filled with candy no idea what it is to be hungry, I saw her glance over at me then look away. She dropped the candies into a little purse. She didn't know what it was to be poor and hungry. I followed her down an ally and smashed her head in with a rock I hadn't meant to kill her but I didn't feel pity either. When I pulled the purse from her body only to find to my surprise it turn into a wallet in my hands and when I opened it up expecting sweets instead I found 1000 dollars waiting for me perfect crisp bills. I spent it that first day on new cloths food a bath lodging I woke up the next day in a bed believing I was still dreaming but no, and the wallet had refilled as I slept. The little girls mother when they found her body, so heart broken." He clicked his tounge, "I eventually tryed to pay her but no matter how much I offered her it wasn't enough she said she couldn't be bought, so I started an insurance company that specializes in the death of children. Children that are sick, or at risk. She maybe, couldn't be bought but I've found everyone has a price. The wallet has refilled everyday since I acquired it."

"Wait you didn't literally try to pay a women for murdering her daughter did you?"

"Oh, people sell others out all the time for lots of reasons, insurance, to get away, jealousy, there are a thousand reasons. I've found a great many problems can be solved with someone's death. Sometimes it's easier to kill someone and pay a family to not ask questions, its always been easy enough to pay them off, offer enough and they don't complain."

"What business did you say you where in?"

"I didn't."

"You're insane."

The vehicle stopped.

"Ah we must be here, I quite enjoyed that haven't talked about that in years."

"What murdering chilren?"

"What a thing to say? No the wallet dear, and try as I might gamble it, made quite a lot that way, invest it , spend it straight out, it faithfully refills everyday at the stroke of Midnight what ever timezone I'm in."

"Like I said you're insane."

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