Hush 3: Hidden Family
Preface
PREFACE
From the Shadows
Michael
Opening my pocket watch, I step from the shadows. The asshole lying in the bed before me lets out a gasp. It’s a familiar sound. One I have grown to expect.
I expect it almost as much as I expect the fear that begins to permeate the room. It’s always the same. To them, I’m the man who makes them hush. They don’t know that I’m only a carbon copy of him.
My brother has trained me to be just like him. Or at least that was his initial plan. I’ve become like him, but I’m the subdued version. I bring the sound of peace before I end it all in a hush.
I lift my finger and place it over my lips. It’s his only warning of what’s to come other than the knowledge of who he believes I am. I then wink at him as a smile comes to my lips.
He deserves this. You don’t order a hit on the wife of another man and think it will be as simple as going to bed and having a good night’s sleep every night. He chose the wrong man and that has consequences.
“Shh,” I hiss quietly.
As “Für Elise” plays, I lift my gun with the silencer on the end and pull the trigger. As soon as his brains are covering the headboard and sheets around him, I turn, close my watch, and take my leave as if I were never here.
I have done what I came here for. I turned off his clock. His time has come to an end.
As I climb into my car, I pull my phone and send a text to my brother to let him know the job has been completed. As I await his reply, I open a picture I was sent earlier this evening. I smile as I run my finger over the screen.
“You’re doing so well. I couldn’t be prouder of you. It’s better this way,” I whisper.
My phone buzzes with my brother’s reply. I grin and nod. All in a good night’s work.
Uri: Record timing. Well done.
Me: I am heading for the plane.
Uri: Take some time for yourself. I’m still smoothing things out here for you. You have other problems to solve as well.
I sigh and lean my head back. He hasn’t told a lie. I have many things to think about and fix.
I can’t move forward until I deal with the past. However, it’s hard to deal with something when you don’t know where to begin. I’m a problem solver, but this problem seems to have no solution.
“Not one I can see,” I mutter to myself.
Shaking my head, I start the car and head for my flight. I took this job as a way to run from all I had on my plate. I don’t know that it’s time to take Uri up on his suggestion. I still question so much and still have no answers.