Evan Morristar: The Assassin’S Son

By Robert Spina

Andrew Commons has lived his life as an assassin. He has been the stealthiest and most successful assassin there ever was. So he thought. Now retired and in his midsixties, Andrew is getting letters from someone who knows his past. His worst nightmare is coming true. Someone is having his children and the women Andrew conceived his children with assassinated. Can Andrew find out who is behind this, and can he save his most cherished and firstborn son, Evan?

Live and share with Evan, who grows up fatherless, and see how this lovable boy becomes a man. His difficult childhood gives rise to a beautiful happy man who finds love with the most beautiful women. Laugh, cry, smile, love, and share heartbreak with Evan Morristar. The Assassins Son brings us all back to our most cherished memories. Share in Evans most intimate loves. Witness how tender his heart is, and know why the women who have loved him melt under his beautiful words. Live with Evan, and know why he could never find his father until that fateful day when he stood face-to-face with his father and learned he was targeted for assassination. You will laugh and love, and your heart will melt after knowing Evan Morristar, the assassins son.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543439410

Robert Spina

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Chapter 1

Haunting Memory

It is very early in the morning. The air is cold, and the flakes of snow are gently falling down the air to the ground. The woods are still and quiet with the occasional tuft of snow falling from an overweighed buildup on the trees. Andrew flips the protective lid on both ends of his scope. He looks through the scope and can see a man sitting some fifteen feet up a tree in a tree stand. Andrew has the perfect spot, and he has a clear shot at his target. Andrew is lying in the snow a good fifty yards away from his target, and thankfully, it is early January with all the trees free of leaves. Andrew has positioned himself so not even a branch obstructs his shot. Andrew looks through his scope, maneuvering the crosshair all over his target’s chest and head. Scott Brenner has no idea he has been targeted for assassination.

Andrew has always loved shooting high-powered rifles and handguns. As a young man just out of high school, Andrew, whose legal birth name was Randy Finks, is like most people, trying to make a living and struggling through life’s challenges. Since Andrew was a teenager, he has spent his free time shooting at the gun range, watching and listening to all the old-timers telling him about all the ins and outs of professional shooting. Andrew became very well known at Sam’s Range and Shooting where all the very good shooters could tell very early on Randy had a natural talent at shooting high-powered rifles. He just has good sense and a steady hand, placing bullets anywhere he willed on targets at very long distances. Many people had talked to Randy about going into the service as a sniper, but this did not attract Randy at all. He had a problem with authority. Randy is not a trouble maker, and he is generally a good kid, but he does not like being told what to do. So going into the service does not attract Randy at all. Randy works at the local fast-food joint, making burgers and dreams of shooting professionally, but his dreams do not pay the bills, and neither does his now almost full-time job at the fast-food restaurant. Randy runs from work every day to shoot, but the reality is that he does not even have the money needed to buy the ammunition he needs because he will shoot all day, every day. He shoots a beautiful .50-caliber rifle that his father bought him a year ago. Randy feels bad always asking his friends at the range if he can shoot their guns, and a lot of people let him shoot here and there. Randy spends most of his time watching.

One day, while watching at the gun range and feeling sad, a man approached Randy and started a conversation with him.

Is your name Randy Finks? asks the stranger.

Yes, I am Randy, says Randy.

Hi, I have been watching you for a while here at the gun range, and I can see you have a real talent at shooting. Do you have any aspirations that include your ability to shoot rifles? asks the man.

I would love to be a professional shooter, but it is so hard doing what you love to do when you don’t get paid, says Randy.

Ah yes, that is tough. What if I told you there is a way you can make money at what you love? What if I told you there was a way you could make a lot of money, but there is a catch, says the man.

Well, I guess it depends on the catch, says Randy.

Yes, the catch, and it is a tough one. The catch is you would have to live a lonely life. What I mean by that is you would have to leave everything you know behind you and become someone else. You would have to become someone who is mysterious, someone who is not known by anyone, and you would have to stay that way. You would have to be willing to travel all the time and go all over the country, never staying in any one place for too long. You would have to be like a shadow, here now and gone later, says the man.

Well, how does someone live like that? I mean, I can’t even make enough money anywhere around here to pay the rent, let alone having to travel and pay for rooms everywhere I go. That seems like it would be even more expensive than trying to live in one place, says Randy.

Yes, I see your point. The jobs I have would pay you more than triple that of the best-paying yearly salary of any jobs around here. The catch is not only that you would have to travel a lot, but you also can never tell anyone what you do. You will have to live a very secretive life, and this would be how you stay wealthy and one step ahead of failure, says the man.

Well, I do love a challenge, and traveling is something that suits me. I would love to see the country, and you only live once. What do I have to do? asks Randy.

Well, you would be your own boss. You would get assignments that need to be eliminated. That is to say you would get targets, and you would have to go where the target is and eliminate the target, and no one can ever know you are there, says the man.

You want me to be an assassin? says Randy.

Yes, says the man.

OK, I’ll do it. When do we start? asks Randy.

The man’s eyes widen.

Wow, I did not anticipate such a quick acceptance, says the man.

Listen, I do not know who you are. I don’t even know your name, and I don’t want to know it. The reality is I see everyone around here living day to day, doing the same thing every day, and I can’t do this. Most everyone around here do what they do because all they can afford to do is get their asses out of bed and go to work. This is not what I am. A lot of people try to get me to go into the service where I can be a professional sniper, and there are parts of that I find very attractive. Learning about guns and rifles and shooting them even if I was sent to go and kill people, I could do that. It’s the being told what I can and can’t do that I can’t deal with, the being told where I can sleep and what time I have to get up and having to eat what is provided for me. I just can’t sign up for that. Money is everything, and if you are going to pay me a lot of money so I can do my job, and then when I am not on my job, I have enough money to do what I want to do, then I am in. I will be the best assassin you ever saw, says Randy.

Then let’s get started, says the man.

Some years and quite a few kills later, Andrew finds himself in the woods. His target is hunting with his muzzleloader in the late white-tail deer hunting season in Ohio state. Andrew looks through his scope and has his target sighted. He puts his finger on the trigger, ready to make his kill, when he hears yelling coming from the woods. This startles Andrew, and he looks up. Scott is sitting in his tree stand, and he is startled as well. Andrew cannot see anyone, but he hears the calls of a very young girl, daddy, Daddy. Andrew looks back through his scope and watches Scott stand up in his tree stand. Andrew has the perfect shot. His crosshairs are just above Scott Brenner’s heart, targeting his aorta, and Andrew pulls the trigger. The bullet makes its mark, and Scott puts his hand over his heart. Andrew watches as a few seconds go by, and Scott falls out of the tree to his death. Andrew knows he made a kill shot and quickly begins to disassemble his rifle and put it back in its case. Andrew stands with his case closed, hearing the calls of a very young girl who is running through the woods, and he can hear the smiles and laughs in her calling. The little girl is running, and her form just makes its way through the trees, and Andrew is just about to see her face.

Andrew gasps, taking a deep breath, and sits up from his bed. He is all sweaty and grabs a glass of water sitting on his stand by the bed. He takes a drink and rubs his face, putting the glass back. He looks at the window with its light white silk drapes, and the drapes flutter in the strong breeze, blowing through his room. He stands up and walks to the doors, which open to a balcony on the second level of his home. He walks out into the hot morning sun of Georgia, where he has made his home and now lives. It has been forty-five years since Andrew made his first kill, and there is only one kill that haunts him to this day. He can never figure why from time to time he has this dream, but it always wakes him from sleep and always before he can see the face of the little girl.

Andrew walks back into his room, closes the doors and windows, turns on the air conditioner, and flops on the bed. He falls back asleep and wakes a few hours later. He gets up and heads to the kitchen to make something to eat. As he eats, he tries to see the face of the little girl, but he can never picture her face. He remembers he watched the little girl find her father, but he can never see her face anymore. He cannot remember a thing about the little girl, and this haunts Andrew’s memories, and like so many times before, he forgets about it and knows the dream will come back at some time.

Andrew keeps his very large home very neat and clean, and he lives here in the county of Camden, Georgia, alone. This is where he has retired, and he tells everyone in town that he is from the Midwest and worked as a metal worker all his life. He tells everyone he always wanted to retire somewhere where it was warm and near the beach. He has been here in his new home for almost a year now, and this is the most settled Andrew has ever been in his life. Andrew traveled his entire life, moving from job to job and living on the road. He never looked back from the day he met that man at the gun range, and Andrew made good on his word of being as successful an assassin as one could be. Andrew never did get the name of that man, and he only saw that man one more time in his life. The man gave Andrew a laptop, and this was their only contact. Andrew was only contacted on his laptop with information on location, time, and description with a picture of the target. Andrew made $50,000 for every assassination, and he would make up to three kills a year. Andrew has been all over the United States, and he never asked any questions. He never got involved with anyone or anything related to his assignments. Andrew made good on his word, and his employer is the only one ever to know who he is and what he does.

Andrew takes a shower and goes to check his mail, which is usually empty, but today he gets something that immediately gets his attention. In his mailbox is a manila envelope, and it is addressed to Randy Finks at his current address. Andrew looks down both sides of the road. This is the only house on this portion of the road. All around Andrew’s house are trees and tall grass, and it is very hot year-round with a rare frost. Andrew goes into his serious mode, scanning his surroundings, searching for anything out of the ordinary.

Andrew worked out in gyms a lot throughout his life, spending a lot of time taking care of his body. He always felt that should he get in a bad situation, he should be as physically fit as possible, and he has a great physique even at sixty-three years of age. Should anyone try something physical with him, they will have their work cut out for them.

Andrew notices nothing out of the ordinary around his home and heads back into his home to inspect this very unexpected package. Andrew gently places the package on his kitchen table and gently inspects it. He feels it, squeezing it and shaking it. It seems like there is nothing but paper in it, so he gets a letter opener and slices the end of the package and holds it upright, dropping its contents onto the table. There is a letter in it and three pictures which he looks at. The pictures are of Lydia and Tosha. Lydia is a woman Andrew met in Reno, Nevada, eight years ago, and he fell physically in love with her. Andrew courted Lydia for months, sweet-talking her and taking her out to dinner and wooing her the best he could, and they had a little girl together. Lydia fell in love with Andrew and wanted to marry him, but Andrew never told anyone what he actually did for a living, and he was called away on work, and he left Lydia and their little girl in Reno. Andrew used the excuse that he was too old for Lydia, and he could not marry her on this account, which was a good out for Andrew, but he did love her very much and still does. Andrew never failed to take financial responsibility for any of his children, and Lydia is the third woman Andrew had children with. Andrew picks the letter and opens the creased page folded in half.

I know who you are. I know what you do. I know where you have been, and I know the harm you have caused. Let us see how you deal with the loss of someone taken from you. There is no rhyme, there is no reason. Someone has been targeted for assassination, and that someone will die. No consideration to those loved ones around or close to the intended victim—just pain for them that never goes away, pain that has no reason and no understanding. You did not think you could go through life causing so much pain to so many innocent people and it would never come back to you. You have not been targeted, but Lydia and Tosha will be dead by tomorrow unless you get to them first.

Andrew gets up from the table and gets dressed.

Chapter 2

Lydia and Tosha

After getting dressed, Andrew tries to call Lydia, but there is no answer. He knows if Lydia and his second daughter, who is now eight years old and the last child Andrew conceived, have been targeted for assassination, he cannot get to them in time to save them. He may be able to get to Reno by tonight, but when was this letter sent and from where? This has to have been well thought out and planned, and Andrew does not want to walk into a trap. He thinks about calling the police in Reno and sending them to Lydia’s home, but he will only implicate himself, and he is a master at not doing this. Andrew has lived an amazingly stress-free life. Outside of that one kill which does haunt him from time to time, he never felt any compunction about any of the evil he has done all his adult life. His job is his job, and he accepted the fact that he signed on to be an assassin, and killing is what he does. Killing is and has been his livelihood all his adult life. For the most part, Andrew has made $100,000 a year every year of his adult life. Some years, he made more money, and a few years, he made less. All this money is tax free, so Andrew has been very wealthy all his life, and with wealth comes true freedom. The freedom to do what you want to do when you want to do it. Andrew spent a lot of his time throughout his life controlling and learning how to disguise himself and knowing how to blend in no matter where he is and what he is doing. Andrew has made trips abroad to complete assignments, and no target of his has ever survived the first shot. Andrew never left any evidence; he has never had any suspicion directed his way, and he has no arrest record at all. He has three aliases complete with passports, driver licenses, and a full complement of documentation to confirm the alias. This is the first time in Andrew’s life that guilt has him by the throat. He can’t think about it anymore; he has to try and save Lydia and Tosha.

Andrew has had his laptop replaced every four years since the first one he received forty-five years ago. This is the only contact he has ever had with his employer, and his employer is the only one who knows where Andrew is going and what he does. Andrew has never had physical contact with his employer since that day at Sam’s Range and Shooting, and he does not even know if that man is still his employer. Andrew simply receives messages on his laptop and is at the designated place at the right time and completes his assignment. Immediately after completing his assignment, he is gone without a trace. Andrew’s secret account was increased by $50,000 after every completed assignment, so who is doing this to Andrew is driving him crazy, but it has to be the person on the other end of his laptop. Andrew is too good at what he does, and no one at any kill has ever seen him because he is that good at what he does. There has never been a more careful and stealthy assassin ever. This does not make sense; Andrew’s employer does not set up assassinations per se. They get paid a lot of money to eliminate targets, but they do not pick the target; they simply assign assassins to the target that has been given to them. Andrew does not even know how all this works. Andrew never asked any questions; he simply did his job, and no one ever bothered him until now. The crazy thing is Andrew never once contacted his employer, so now he does not know how to contact his employer to try and get answers to what is going on. The only way he ever even knows he has an assignment is by checking his e-mail, and in the e-mail sent to him is a tab that reads Accept, and he clicks it. Andrew accepted every assignment ever assigned to him. There is a tab that reads Decline, and he never declined an assignment ever. He has always been given single assignments, and on only two occasions were there follow-up assignments that were related to the first assignments, which he accepted and completed. Andrew had it made all his life. His employer was so comfortable with him and so confident in him that he always got assignments that fit right into his comfort zone, and he was flawless in his career. Andrew is now retired, so his employer may never contact him again, but they might.

He stops second-guessing himself and decides to go to Reno. He is already paranoid about the one call he made to Lydia’s home and decides to take a road trip. This way, he can stay under the radar and go to Lydia’s home to see if he can get some answers. He packs one suitcase with clothes and gets his laptop. His car is a very nice new BMW, which he has custom-fitted himself to have three handguns fully loaded hidden in the trunk, the dashboard, and the center console. Andrew gets in his car and starts the forty-plus hour drive to Reno, Nevada. Andrew drives for fifteen hours before stopping, resting, and eating, and again after fifteen hours. He spends all his time thinking about Lydia and how he was so in love with her. He never got to know Tosha too well. He had left before she was even a year old, and he rarely has been back to see her grow. Andrew would send cash in well-packaged boxes, and Lydia always knew this money was from Andrew. She never knew how to get in touch with Andrew, and two years after Andrew had gone, she married and had another child with her husband. Andrew is a great traveler by car, bus, train, and plane. He knows how to crisscross the country by all means of transportation, and in his travels, he always stops by to see the women he loved and the children they have, but they never know Andrew is there and watching. He always watches from afar, and he does this on purpose to never involve them or link them to him, and now he realizes his cautions were not enough.

Andrew makes his way to the home where Lydia and her husband live to find a huge crime scene with lots of people walking the street. There are news reporters on the scene; police officers and crime scene specialists are here, and Andrew already knows he is too late. He also knows that he should not be here. He is definitely out of place here, and someone is bound to spot this, but it is too late; he is here, and he drives by slowly, praying no one notices the out-of-town stranger driving by the crime scene. Andrew drives by slowly and attracts very little attention, making it to the end of the street, which is very residential, loaded with house after house. In this very populated area, this is huge news. Andrew makes it to the end of the street and stops at the stop sign. A young boy riding a bike rides up to his driver’s side window, calling.

Hey, mister. Hey, mister! yells the boy.

Andrew notices the boy riding up beside his car.

Hey, mister, you are Randy Finks, aren’t you? says the boy.

Sorry, kid, you have the wrong person, says Andrew.

Are you sure? This is the exact car I was supposed to look for, and you sure look like Randy Finks, says the little boy.

Hey, what happened at that house back there? Why were all those people there? asks Andrew.

It was Mrs. Hepburnst and her daughter, Tosha, they were both murdered. They were murdered, and Mr. Hepburnst was tied up and forced to watch. So was the young boy, Seger Hepburnst, says the boy.

The young boy was murdered too? asks Andrew.

No, he was forced to watch, just like Mr. Hepburnst was. The father and the boy were forced to watch as the mother and daughter were raped by three men each, and then they were beaten and their throats sliced. This is the most brutal murder ever here in Reno. They will get caught because they left a lot of evidence, and they will get caught. No one knows why they did this or why they left the father and boy alive, but they will get caught. Here, I was told to give this to you when I saw you. They said you would say you were someone else, but I am supposed to give this to you, so here you go, says the boy, throwing a manila envelope in Andrew’s car.

Who are they? Who gave this to you to give to me? shouts Andrew, but the boy is heading back down the street toward the house, and Andrew does not want to be here any longer than possible.

Andrew heads back toward the highway, thinking they will never get caught. This was staged, and everything done here was done on purpose. Andrew gets back on Interstate Highway 50 and heads back east. He stops in the town of Ely before getting into Utah and gets a room for the night. While driving, Andrew has, for the first time in his life, a panic attack. His heart starts to race, and he breathes deeply to try and control his racing heart. He has to stop his car and get out and walk around for a bit to calm himself down. This has never happened to Andrew even when he has had close calls after an assignment. Sometimes, when he thought he was being followed or someone had seen what he had done, his heart would race a little, but he is so well conditioned and has always been in such good physical condition that he would quickly control his nerves by breathing deeply and relaxing himself. This condition right now while driving came on him out of nowhere, and he had to stop and walk around, composing himself. This motivates him to stop in the town of Ely, plus, he is curious about the contents of the manila envelope given to him by the boy.

Andrew gets a room for the night, and then he does what he has done all his life and what got him this far in life. He does not let his nerves get to him; he acts the tourist, which takes his mind off current personal events. He goes into town and walks around, meeting people and talking with them about their lives. He eats at a local diner, not drawing attention to himself and, after his meal, walks around town, buying souvenirs in local shops and meeting and greeting with people. Andrew is not gifted in gab, but he is great at making up stories and following through with them, which keeps people interested and curious about him. The great thing about Andrew’s life is that he does not stay in one place for too long, so all his stories just fade away as he disappears into the sunset, and with all the people he meets and talks with, new stories just come to him, and he does not care whether they are real. Andrew has children with three women, but there are some women across the country that Andrew has sexual relations with and he is very comfortable with. From time to time, he stops by and sees these women, and there is a mutual physical attraction, and this is another way Andrew deals with and forgets about his evil doings. There are no women or people he knows here in Ely, so he acts like he is a passing tourist, and his pleasant nature makes friends easily.

Andrew spends all afternoon and early evening seeing the sights and having a few drinks at Pab’s Bar and heads to his room after making some new acquaintances. He drives to his room and inspects the surroundings before exiting his car. Everything seems quiet, and he picks the envelope from within his center console. He looks it over, taking a deep breath, and leaves his car and enters his room. He drops the envelope on the small table and takes a shower without opening it. He gets all clean and comfortable and sits at the table, looking at the envelope. He rubs his face, apprehensive about opening it.

He turns on the TV and flips through the news channels, and sure enough, the murders at the Hepburnst home are the top story. Andrew learns that the wife, Mrs. Hepburnst, and her daughter, Tosha, were brutally beaten raped and murdered while the husband and young boy were forced to watch, but the husband and boy were not harmed in a physical sense. They were bound, and their mouths were taped, and they were forced to watch the brutal attack and double murder, but they were left alive. So far, it is said that the two survivors could not identify the assailants. The speculation is rampant, and Andrew sits here in this motel room, knowing he is the reason why this has happened. He keeps waiting for some information implicating him or acknowledging his name in some way, but this information never comes. Maybe this envelope right here in front of him will give him the answers he is looking for. Again, he is very gentle, feeling and squeezing the envelope, but it seems obvious there is only paper on the inside. Andrew opens the oversized envelope, which has only one piece of paper inside, which is creased, and he opens it.

I have to admit I do not know where you are right now. I do not know what you are doing or what your plans are. I can only hope that maybe, for the first time in your life, you know what it feels like to have loved ones taken from you and you do not know why. Maybe you have no feelings at all. Maybe you do not care at all, but I need to believe that you are hurting. I need to believe that you are hurting real bad right now. I can’t imagine how many people in the world feel the way I do because of you, and this feeling you are feeling right now is the same. The only difference is I have no way of knowing how many lives you have taken and how many more lives are hurting because of you. What I know is what you have put me through, and now it is my turn to put you through the same. Oh, by the way, I have another package waiting for you at your home.

Andrew has a professional dusting kit, which can be used to check for fingerprints, and he checked the first letter for prints, and it was clean—not a print on it. He has to believe the same is true for this letter, but he takes special care to touch it very little and