Monday November 20

2:15 pm

 

Well, that was easy. Normally, I won’t go into a building that our guest is in but I need hands on with Charlie and I confirmed I can enter and exit the building without any video surveillance, not that I couldn’t wipe it later, I just have other things to do and I’ve waited long enough to meet him in person for the last time of his life. Charlie takes the steps to the 10th floor of the office building he works in each day and there are no cameras in the stairwell or the side entrance to the building leading to the stairwell. The door is locked from the inside, but that was 12 seconds of my life I won’t ever get back. I made my way up to Charlie’s floor and waited. I heard him long before he even got close and I started down the stairs right as he was approaching the landing at his floor. As I passed him, I smiled and said good morning “Charlie” and when he turned with a questioning look on his face recognizing me, I pushed him down the stairs. He tumbled down the entire flight and came to rest at a weird angle at the bottom. I checked for a pulse and he still had a heart beat so I broke his neck. Twisted it quickly and it just snapped. The rage liked that immensely. I took the clay mold out of my pocket and pressed his fingers into it and then I took a swab and swabbed around inside his cheek and yanked a few hairs out and stuffed them into a ziplock, this won’t be the last time Charlie makes an appearance.

 

In a month, a trust fund will be set up by an anonymous donor for Charlie’s sons’ education, almost the same amount that Charlie moved to the Cayman account. Almost.

 

I walked down the stairs and out of the building. My car was a block away and I got in and drove back to the ops center to concentrate on Delta.

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