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Time to Try
Chapter Eight
Lyndon was woken by his phone ringing at eight o clock in the morning. He was in the bathtub, fully
dressed and covered in a bathrobe which you would have to be an olympic weight lifter to hold. He
pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at the caller ID it was his father. "Father. Why on earth
are you calling?"
"You've been discovered."
The words sent chills down his spine, he had never heard those words before. "You're sure?"
"Someone has a hit out on your name, unless there is someone else with your name and date of
birth then I am absolutely sure."
"How did you hear?"
"News travels fast, I help group of assasins, the news comes to me faster than most, Lyndon you're
my son and I worry about you in this ob at the best of times, I'm worried now more than ever. Call
it off and come home. Please. I don't know how much they want to offer you but it isn't worth your
life."
"I cant quit, I have never quit. If I succeed the hit is off."
"Very well, but if you die? What will I do? I lost your mother, you are in most aspects all I have left,
but if you refuse to leave, wont you send Stephanie home?"
"I'll do my best to get her to leave."
"Put her on the plane with force if you need."
"I will I promise." With that hung up the phone. He opened the bathroom door and looked out,
Stephanie was laying on the bed doing nothing, saying nothing. She was completely still. More
worrying she was alone. He walked over, his hand resting on the sheet it was red and sticky he
looked at his hand and gulped, blood and a lot of it. He didnt need to check her pulse to know the
answer. She was dead the man who had come in here had double crossed them, he knew what he
was doing, he was a trained killer.
A shudder rand down his spine, they had been played and he wondered how he would tell his
father. That was the first thought that came to mind. The second was his assurance that he would
fnd the man and kill him, he never forgot a face and the third thought surprised him. He thought
about how it should not have happened, not because he should have spotted the guy (though that
thought now played on his mind) but instead because he knew, he should have protected her. She
was his step mother, part of his sort of family. He should have stopped it happening.
He looked at her and rested two fingers against her neck, no pulse. He called an ambulance and
explained, he knew the police would be there... that was no worry to him. He had a way of getting
around these things. He'd be done here and back in America before they could arrest him. He
looked at her, packed quickly, kissed her cheek said goodbye, pretended to wipe a tear and left.
The issue had to be sorted. Now
dressed and covered in a bathrobe which you would have to be an olympic weight lifter to hold. He
pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at the caller ID it was his father. "Father. Why on earth
are you calling?"
"You've been discovered."
The words sent chills down his spine, he had never heard those words before. "You're sure?"
"Someone has a hit out on your name, unless there is someone else with your name and date of
birth then I am absolutely sure."
"How did you hear?"
"News travels fast, I help group of assasins, the news comes to me faster than most, Lyndon you're
my son and I worry about you in this ob at the best of times, I'm worried now more than ever. Call
it off and come home. Please. I don't know how much they want to offer you but it isn't worth your
life."
"I cant quit, I have never quit. If I succeed the hit is off."
"Very well, but if you die? What will I do? I lost your mother, you are in most aspects all I have left,
but if you refuse to leave, wont you send Stephanie home?"
"I'll do my best to get her to leave."
"Put her on the plane with force if you need."
"I will I promise." With that hung up the phone. He opened the bathroom door and looked out,
Stephanie was laying on the bed doing nothing, saying nothing. She was completely still. More
worrying she was alone. He walked over, his hand resting on the sheet it was red and sticky he
looked at his hand and gulped, blood and a lot of it. He didnt need to check her pulse to know the
answer. She was dead the man who had come in here had double crossed them, he knew what he
was doing, he was a trained killer.
A shudder rand down his spine, they had been played and he wondered how he would tell his
father. That was the first thought that came to mind. The second was his assurance that he would
fnd the man and kill him, he never forgot a face and the third thought surprised him. He thought
about how it should not have happened, not because he should have spotted the guy (though that
thought now played on his mind) but instead because he knew, he should have protected her. She
was his step mother, part of his sort of family. He should have stopped it happening.
He looked at her and rested two fingers against her neck, no pulse. He called an ambulance and
explained, he knew the police would be there... that was no worry to him. He had a way of getting
around these things. He'd be done here and back in America before they could arrest him. He
looked at her, packed quickly, kissed her cheek said goodbye, pretended to wipe a tear and left.
The issue had to be sorted. Now