Day 337 – Half Hour Hitman – Part 27

Word count: 608

Andy shook Fortrose’s hand.
“It’s really you?” Fortrose asked him as if he were famous. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
“I, I can’t tell you what it means to me to have someone out there who was still looking for me.”
“I bet, it broke my heart to allow the case to be closed.”
The Half Hour Hitman interrupted them, “Let’s get into your car now, Fortrose.”
They got into the clean new car, Fortrose and the hitman in the front and Andy in the back. Fortrose did not start the engine, but looked to the hitman for advice.
“What now?”
The Half Hour Hitman took out a piece of paper from his inner jacket pocket.
“This letter is from her. She sent it the day before we left the last safe house,” the hitman gave Fortrose the letter.
“Who? Who gave you that?”
Fortrose gasped as he read the letter. The Half Hour Hitman was deliberately not listening to Andy’s questions.
“So you know what you need to do?” The Half Hour Hitman asked Fortrose once he had finished reading.
Fortrose nodded. The Half Hour Hitman returned a single nod of confirmation before turning around to Andy in the back, “You will go with Fortrose now. I will return at some point. Trust him as much as you trust me.”
Before the questions bubbling in Andy’s mind could travel to his lips, the hitman left the car and was gone. Almost simultaneously Fortrose, anticipating a possible escape, switched the engine on and began to move off.
“What is happening? Where are we going? Where is he going?”
“We’re driving back to mine. It is the safest place for you right now. The Half Hour Hitman has gone to meet the person who ordered you killed.”
“But who ordered me killed? The girl who wrote the letter?”
“I can’t say. I can’t say anything. The Half Hour Hitman will let you know when it is the right time to tell you.”
Andy was too angry for words. For months he had been kept away from the public by the Half Hour Hitman. For months he had lived the life of a dead man – been declared to his family as dead – he had been kept in the dark about anything in the outside world. For several days now he had been travelling with the hitman, laying low in crummy hotels and stealing cars and money from those that could afford vulnerability. Now he was simply being passed off to some guy who had been trying to rescue him from the very man he now wanted to be with.
Fortrose turned out of the car park and drove down the dark, empty road. They were in an unknown and indistinct town. All the shops were closed. No one walked the streets.
“Turn back,” Andy demanded, “Turn back.”
“I’m sorry but I cannot do that, Andy. I have worked too hard to make sure you are safe. I’m not going to stop now.”
“Safe? Going back to him is not safe?”
From the back seat Andy could see that Fortrose was angry, “Andy, the Half Hour Hitman is only safe if he doesn’t want you killed, but right now he is going straight to the woman who ordered you dead. That is not where you want to be right now.”
Andy scowled. Anger could not brand his entire feelings.
“And what are you going to do to keep me safe?”
“My very best. Now shut up, get some sleep, whatever. We’ll be home in three hours, by which stage you live by my rules and my rules alone.”

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~ by S.G. Mark on September 8, 2012.

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