Gone
Section 4
He paused for a moment as the
waitress asked if we wanted anything to drink. Chris and I
declined politely while Harrison said nothing, earning a dirty
look from her. As soon as she left, Harrison continued. "The
night she was reported missing, a witness came forward and said
that he saw her leave a hotel in New York. However, she was
leaving the room of Carl Morris." Harrison paued for effect,
giving Chris a chance to talk. "Laila, do you remember the
first assignment you were offered? It was from Carl Morris."
I remember this man very well. Morris is a religous radical. He
was known for his extreme views and for wanting to annihalite
every other religon except for his spiritual beliefs of
reincarnation and preserving everything in the environment.
Morris, 67 years old, loves young women. Not prostitutes, but
rich women high up in society. He pays them after they leave his
room and they put in a good word for Morris. It's almost as
if nothing had happened. Morris tried to hire me and Chris to
kill a friend of his, no reason given. Chris denied for us,
thinking it was wrong. "I remember him, Chris," I said,
turning to face Harrison, "Creepy old guy. I've done my
research. He's a morphine addict, too."
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