The Assassin Without a Face. Part II. Continuation.
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<html> <h2><em><strong> Continuation. Part II. The Assassin Without a Face</strong></em></h2> <p> <img src="https://steemitimages.com/0x0/http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uACjpeL4kTs/TnkFRfokCLI/AAAAAAAAA58/-N993XJpwZc/s1600/1.jpg" width="360" height="249"/></p> <p><em><strong>... I immediately recognized his voice, my whole body trembled:</strong></em></p> <p> «Not again !! Not again !! Please, God ...<em><strong> »The call is cut off. I'm breathing very fast, a lot of things come to mind. "This is not happening".</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong> The phone rings again. (Shock Earring):</strong></em></p> <p>"Do not answer ..." <em><strong>The call is cut off again.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>I stare at the phone. It starts ringing again. I attend:</strong></em></p> <p>-Yes..?</p> <p>"Love, could you come to Brest with the children?" I already set aside the appointment And I sent a taxi. <em><strong>«It is the voice of Alberth, my husband»</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>I was relieved to hear it.</strong></em></p> <p>"Love ... are you still there?"</p> <p>"Yes ... Here I am, honey.</p> <p>-Well, get ready, the taxi will be there in 45 minutes, I love you ♥</p> <p>"I love you, Baby!"<em><strong> (hang up)</strong></em></p> <p>"I could not tell her anything ...<em><strong> I'm sitting up in bed thinking,</strong></em></p> <p>"It is very unlikely he has returned." And get my number, or even remind me, if I moved several times, I constantly changed jobs and contact number ... It's Impossible !, "Well Katty, Already! forget this. This will not ruin the day. "</p> <p><em><strong>I start to fix the children and I finish getting ready, I look at the time:</strong></em></p> <p>"It must be coming!"</p> <p><em><strong>The horn of a car sounds outside. Appear. It's a company car, there's a guy waiting. I leave the house with the children. The subject touches when we approach:</strong></em></p> <p> "You ... you must be Miss Katherine." ><em><strong>He has a good accent<.</strong></em> Her husband, Alberth, gave me directions.</p> <p>-If it is okay.<em><strong> >He opens the door for me<. I assure the children and stay in the backseat.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>On the way I get a text message, it's Alberth: "Honey, before the restaurant I want you to see what I bought you. Carl, the chauffeur will take you. I am very anxious to see you and the children! I love you ♥ »</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>I smile. A few kilometers pass. We are moving away from the city. >Will it be a house ...? Of which we spoke this last month</strong></em></p> <p> <img src="https://steemitimages.com/0x0/http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VcquxhRja2c/VdKKcj2Ye1I/AAAAAAAAAho/8RTUtH1lNSg/s1600/fMAmRNx.png" width="495" height="367"/></p> <p><em><strong>We arrived at the place. It is a huge house, in a desolate street. The driver gets out and opens my door. I go out:</strong></em></p> <p>"The man put a handkerchief to my face." I feel very weak. Everything is turned off. Awake tied to a chair, feet and hands. I have tape in my mouth. I'm still a bit dizzy. I feel someone is approaching:</p> <p><br></p> <p>-Oh, my God! The children, the ch...</p> <p><img src="https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://www.elsiglodetorreon.com.mx/m/i/2014/11/656766.jpeg" width="720" height="480"/></p> </html>