The Assassins Duel

By Bo Widerberg

Mike Blanch was on his way to work, when he noticed a woman lying on the street. Mike stopped his car, and asked a gentleman standing close to this lady, if I should call 9-11? This man looked at me, and said. No thank you sir, but I need your car. Please come out, but leave the key in the ignition. Than I helped him to put the lady on the back seat. My car drove away, and I stood looking after them. A work buddy of mine came driving, and asked why I was walking along the street. I told him the story, and we had a good laugh. When I came to work, before our lunch break, my boss came and told me that a Cedric Drake had parked my car in the parking-lot. During lunch I ran out, and there was my car. Cleaned and polished. When I opened the car-door, and lifted the mat. I saw my car-keys, and an envelope with five hundred dollar. Coming home, I looked in my phone directory, and found out that this Cedric Drake lived on North Street. I decided to drive over and have a look at him. As soon as I parked my car in Drake's drive-way, he opened his front door and asked me in for a cup of coffee. He instantly asked me to work with him, I could follow him next Saturday to find out about the work. I agreed, and the following Saturday I came at nine in the morning. His sister Linda was home from the hospital, and they explained what had happened. Cedric's cleaner, Bruce, had caused the accident, and Cedric had asked another company cleaner, Salvador, to
take car of Bruce. The two assassins were to meet in a forest behind the university. As the two, Bruce and Salvador were hunting each other, they both saw their opponent behind some trees, and they both let of a shot. When the police came, they had shot each other.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bo Widerberg
• Release date: Oct 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370416172

Bo Widerberg

My name is Bo Widerberg/artbcool, I am born in Europe too many years ago. Have lived with my family in Florida since 1985 and we are happy with our situation. Would feel a lot better if more people would read my stories.

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The Assassin's

Duel.

by

Bo Widerberg/artbcool

Smashwords Edition

All characters in this story are fictitious,

and any resemblance to real people,

living or dead is coincidental.

©Bo Widerberg©

All rights reserved.

It was the start of the cold season, and when I looked out through my window this morning I could see people dressed in warm clothing’s. Jackets, cardigans, warm hoods and long warm pants. My name is Mike Blanch, and I belong to those people that prefers the warm weather. When it is warm, okay you can get sweaty, sort of uncomfortable. But both at home, and in the car, we have air-conditioning. However, when it is cold, it hurts. And I don't like that feeling of pain and shivering, not at all.

Well my name is Mike Blanch as you know. I’m thirty-five years old, blond short hair, and I keep my face shaved when I have to go to work. I am in my own opinion well dressed, and I am a confirmed bachelor. I was married once, but never again.

This morning the news people on my TV, told me it was twenty degrees below normal this morning. An early cold front was coming down from Canada, and with the help of the jet stream, went straight through all the northern and central states. It was still strong enough to give us down here in Florida a taste of an early winter, we haven’t had since I was a kid.

With the thermometer showing thirty-nine degrees, instead of the normal sixty. For us that are living down in the south, it was cold. Especially as we had only a few days earlier close to eighty degrees. I was playing with the idea of giving my boss a call, and tell him that I had a severe headache, like a migraine. And then tell him that I would have to take a day, or maybe two, of work. With the phone in my hand, ready to dial the number, I changed my mind and decided to go to work anyway. Would you have any idea, how a change of once mind like this, can change your entire future?

While making myself ready for the trip