The Killing Will-----{Part Seven}
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Part Seven “Sooooooo,” Derek started. “What kind of job are you offering me, eh?”

The Killing Will-----{Part Seven}

Part Seven

“Sooooooo,” Derek started. “What kind of job are you offering me, eh?”

I folded my arms. “Did you see the news?”

“What news?”

“The headline these days.”

Derek thought for a moment.

“Ahhhh, you mean the death of that millionaire? Yeah, that surly provoked a lot of discussion.”

I looked at him, trying to catch his eye.

“Well, that was the headline yesterday, and today,” Derek cleared his throat. “And probably tomorrow.”

He took a sip of his martini. “Man, this is good!”

I rolled my eyes as Derek kept on blabbing like a preschool infant.

“Who do you think killed him, eh?”

I looked at him some more.

“I mean, leaving no trace! Blimey, if that person isn’t a killer, then I doubt that creature is from our world,” Derek laughed to himself.

I looked at him even more.

Derek gulped down the clear liquid in his glass, popped the olive in his mouth, then turned towards me.

“So,” he said, looking into his empty glass, and raised his head. “Who do you think it -----”

I finally caught Derek’s eye, and gave him a dubious smile.

His eyes widened, mouth dropped open, and gave a little gasp.

I smirked.

“No way,” he whispered.

I gave him a nod.

“No way,” Derek repeated again.

“Yes way,” I drew out the sentence. “And quit saying that or I’ll cut your throat.”

“Bloody hell,” Derek gulped. “What have you done?”

I was getting annoyed.

“It was a request alright?” I slammed my glass on the bar.

“Okay, okay. Don’t kill me.”

I snorted and took a sip of my martini.

“But that means...” Derek started.

I looked at him.

“All his fortune...”

“Yes, it is mine,” I calmly sipped on my martini.

“Bloody hell,” Derek repeated.

He sat there, gazing into space.

I waited for him, patiently.

“Have you figured out what I want you to do, then?” I asked Derek.

He took in a large breath.

“You want me,” Derek gulped. “To help you find clues, so you can get that money.”

He looked at me, not knowing what to say next.

“Correct,” I drank down the last drop of my martini.

“Check please,” I raised my hand.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes,” I answered as I paid the waiter. “You see, I still have that report to type.”

I picked up my briefcase and headed towards the doors.

But then, I turned around again. “Oh, and Derek?”

“Hmm?” he snapped out of his mind.

“You are such an idiot,” I paused and smirked. “Austin could have figured this out in three seconds.”

Derek laughed. “I’ll take that as a goodbye.”

I smiled. “Good. You know I hate goodbyes.”

And I walked out the door.

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