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girl."
                  "Yes, bring him in.  I'm ready," I assure them and Jacob leaves the room.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
    Matt Henning
                  I ditched the van after I heard on the scanners there was a BOLO out for it.  I was home free. I was out of Louisiana on my way to Mexico. I had a bag full of cash, enough cash to have lived comfortably for the rest of my life. But instead of driving toward freedom, I turned around heading back toward Lilly.  I hated how rough I had to be with her, and leaving her where I did.  I just had to hide her where I thought no one would find her. How did I get here?  
                  I was a good kid, got straight A's in school, was popular, played sports, and got laid every weekend.  That was until I graduated and enlisted in the Army.  It was only a few months in when I was recruited to the Rangers.  My nick name was Dead Shot because I never missed my target. 
                  I was one of the top snipers in all of the U.S. Military.  I had two skills, both I did extremely well.  Kill people and be invisible.  I lost count of how many I had killed over the years.  The number was high.  I was numbed to it eventually.  You had to be when you did what I did. 
                  It all changed when I had my orders to kill Abu Sameer, an influential man in Iran's government.  Once I had completed my assignment, there was a huge backlash.  My people turned on me to save their asses, saying I was a rogue agent and was not following orders.  I was dishonorably discharged within a month. 
                  What does a man do when his only skills are killing people and staying invisible?  Well, for the first few months I drank at strip clubs and fucked a lot of women.  I was a little rough in the sack, some liked it some didn't.  I didn't care either way.  If a woman left my bed crying it just made it better for me. 
                  I probably would have drank myself to death, but one day an old buddy contacted me telling me he knew someone who had a job for me.  That's how I got started in contract killing.  All my kills were clean, one shot and dead.  The more I did, the more money I got paid, and eventually was on the books of some very bad people. 
                  I was in Louisiana for a job, to kill a Supreme Court judge.  I had finished and was on my way out of the state when I was contacted.  She must have had a lot of money, because no one got my number unless they paid for it.  She wanted me to kill her daughter before she turned eighteen. 
                  Now, I'm a frosty son of a bitch, but even I thought that was cold.  It would be a day or two job at the most, with a million dollar pay day.  After she transferred half in my account, I started.  The mother wanted to be gone the day it happened. 
                  On that day, I waited till dusk.  I had scouted out a good spot about 200 yards away from the girl's window.  Settling in on the sturdy branch of the giant live oak, I waited.  That was the worst part about the job, the waiting. It could really mess with your mind.  There were some tricks they taught you to use, like imagining yourself in the life of your target.  Like a daydream, to make the time pass. 
                  I didn't have to wait too long. A little after the darkness had set in, the girl's light turned on.  The blinds were open and through my scope it was as if I was in the room with her.  I waited while she moved around the room, hoping that she would come by the window so I could finish the job that night. 
                  She was half in my sights when she removed her shirt.  The first thing I noticed was how smooth her skin looked, wearing only her jeans and a lacy bra.  I looked away from the scope, shaking my head of its thoughts.  I had never noticed