‘I know Marie was murdered I think I know where to start in locating her killers.’
Wendy looked disappointed at him,
‘And what will you do when you find them, kill them? That won’t bring her back
Mark.’ she said, lighting another cigarette up.
‘What I’ve always done’ Mark growled quietly. I’m going to bring them to justice but
my kind of ‘justice’ doesn’t involve a court room!’
‘MARK, you can’t do this, its madness!’ Wendy pleaded, her voice getting louder,
‘You are already still under suspicion as it is, don’t make it worse for yourself. Think
of the children?’
‘Marie’s death was a professional HIT! Can’t you SEE?!’
Wendy broke down in tears.
‘I know that. I just don’t want to admit it; that anyone would want my beautiful
‘Which is why’ Mark assured her, ‘I am going after whoever carried out the Hit then
the person who ordered it?’
Wendy’s face turned serious as she looked up at him from tear soaked eyes. Mark
noticed her eyes were not sad anymore, and the sparkle he always looked for had gone.
It had been replaced with pure anger.
‘Nothing I say will change your mind?’
‘Mark, will you do me one favour?’
He turned and nodded,
‘Find them, get them to confess, and kill them.’
He rushed towards her and kissed her on the cheek. On the way out the front door,
he took a picture of Marie and placed it in his bag.
Mark walked out to his car with his bag over his shoulder, stopped and looked up at
his children’s bedrooms with their little lights illuminating the windows. He looked
lovingly up and whispered softly,
‘I love you and I’ll be back soon,’ he said as he turned and his expression changed
instantly. It was now serious and determined. He got into his car, ‘right after I find the
bastards that killed mummy.’
He started the ignition, revved the engine, and wheel spun out of the driveway.
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