Chapter twenty

Chapter 20

He swore at the twig that trapped his shoe, going through the note one more time. He looked straight at Andrew Stephen who was gulping whisky to help his impatience. He walked through the backyard to his room window.

Andrew was dying of guilt and the urge to end someone's life. He stamped a foot hard and hit the wall angrily, making Eleanor's painting come crashing down.

He grimaced at it painfully and gulped more whisky. He was drunk.

Turning to his window, he sighted someone that made the glass of whisky drop from his hand; the masked man.

He stepped backwards in fear, "You coward. Can't you for once show your face."

The man reached for his jacket's inner pocket and got the note meant for Andrew. Dropping it on the window panes, he stood for a while, watching the shivering Andrew, then walked away.

Andrew rushed to the window after the masked man had gone and tore the note open;

Freezy Warehouse, the estate's gate. 4pm, tomorrow. Come alone!