MD Writes

  My meetings with Sammer were always connected to work. Rarely, he invited me to his place just to chat, but even so we always found ways to talk about work as well. Our boss Manoelle which Sammer prefers to call “the fat cane” once sent both of us on a mission. - I want you to go to Damien’s house! – he said. - Why boss? – Sammer asked. – What did the guy do to our lovely thin friend? - If you don’t shut your mouth Sammer, I’ll do it for ya! - No need for violence. - What did Damien do, exactly? – I interfered. - I sent him to deliver some coke to Flint City two days ago, but I still haven’t been contacted by my people there, so I think something’s wrong. I want you to go there and start asking questions. - And why do I need to go there, as well? – Sammer asked. - I need you to be there if there’s a need for some muscle. - Should I get offended by this? – I said in surprise. - Get used to it. We were driving to Damien’s place in my car. Then as if something twitched in Sammer’s h...

  Nathan King was the last person who thought that something bad could happen to him. Rich and handsome he was one of the youngest CEOs of the city bank. There were humors that he has been stealing money from his clients for the past months who so unsuspiciously handed their trust. He was acting as if nothing was happening. This morning while he was putting his tie there was a news report playing in the background. “Another mysterious murder. At 6am this morning the victim’s body was found by a pedestrian. The twenty years old woman Kate Roberts was shot three times in the chest. Police are saying that just like the other murders, this one was done with a pistol as well. The killer is still not found, but we will keep this information updated on our website www….” Nathan didn’t care much about who died or was going to die. His life was okay and that’s the important thing. He got out of the appartament and drove his Chevrolet Camaro to work. Approaching the building he noticed a cro...

  - Dad, can you tell me another story about him? – said Mark as his father Gale was about to leave the room. - Really Mark? You’re in high school and you still want me to tell you stories about him? - Please dad, they're really interesting. - Okay, but I don’t think there’s one I haven’t told you already. – said Gale and sat on the bed next to him. - You can think of something, please. - Okay okay, I think I have one I haven’t told you about. - Really? – Mark’s eyes were shining. – Tell me! - Just get comfortable and let me start from the beginning, because what I’m about to share with you is the reason you exist in the first place. * * * "Darius Sammer. As you already know son, he was a dear friend of mine. Both of us met when we had a job at the mafia. He was an ex agent from the CIA and…well I was the detective who was doing all the cover ups for the murders he made. I was working on both sides. As I expected things didn’t go well for too long. Your mother was kidnapped. I...