Chapter 54
CHAPTER 54
H e’s Been Hushed
Symphony
I walk into the prison to handle my assignment. It was decided that Michael and I would handle Demarco. Val and Uri don’t always use the same restraint and finesse we do.
This has to be clean. We don’t belong here. LaSalle pulled some strings to get us in. This has to be an in-and-out mission.
“That was easy,” I say as I find and cut the camera feed to the infirmary cameras and all in the surrounding areas.
Me: Done.
My text is to alert the inmate, who is also the brother of one of Demarco’s victims, that he is in play now. It wasn’t hard to find someone willing to assist us. All he has to do is get Demarco in place.
Once my tasks are done here, I report to my station in the infirmary dressed in my scrubs and white coat. I have placed a wig over my locs. It itches and feels unnatural. This needs to be quick so I can take this thing off.
I begin to pop my band on my wrist as the feeling starts to irritate me. Taking a deep breath as I walk, I settle myself and try to isolate the annoyance to block it out.
I nod at the guard who is standing in the exam room I enter. Not making eye contact, I move to sit on the stool by the bed.
“We have incoming,” the guard says.
I nod but say nothing else. Hopefully this is the patient I am looking for. The inmate comes through the door and Michael steps in behind him, dressed as one of the correctional officers.
I keep my head down submissively. The guard who warned me of the newcomers steps out, leaving me and Michael alone with our patient.
Demarco ambles over with a gash on his head. He takes a seat and grumbles to himself. He glares at me as I remain silent, waiting for my signal.
“What are you waiting for, bitch? For me to bleed out? Let’s go, you stupid cunt.”
I snarl as he calls me names, but I don’t lift my head. Not until Michael pulls out his pocket watch and flips it open.
“Cameron sends his regards,” Michael says as the sound of “Für Elise” fills the room from his watch.
Before Dez can comment, I plunge a needle with poison into his neck. He is dead before he can register what I have done. Not as satisfying as pulling a trigger but the job is done. My friend and godchildren are safe once and for all.
“This problem has been hushed,” I say as we go to head out.