The man looked around for a quiet place to take as his phone rang. This was a conversation that couldn’t be overheard. He darted into a janitor closet and answered. “Is it done?” His boss asked.
He’d only been working for him for a few months, but one thing he learned about his boss, he didn’t take the word no well and failure even less. He’d never met him directly, only the occasional phone call when he needed a job done. An address or a name usually. This was the first time he’d asked him to commit a crime. He didn’t like it but he was in too deep now to back out. The only face to face contact he had was the henchman, Henrick.
“It is. The evidence was placed and the report was filed as a suicide like planned. You shouldn’t have any problems.” He assured his boss.
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