Death Master
Copyright© 2026 by Ka Hmnd
Chapter 11: Vacation in Paradise
I looked out the window at the rain and thought about my birthday. I was feeling depressed and finally turned to look at my desk. I crossed to sit down and read the e-mail from Cynthia again. I shook my head, “She is asking a lot.”
I looked at the window again and made up my mind. I really did not need to pack, but I had learned everything in a hard school. My flight from Europe was direct, if under another name, and I stepped out of the airport to warm air and sunshine. I glanced at the car key and started for the rental car. When I walked into the resort lobby, a slim, tanned woman stood up.
I pretended to ignore Cynthia as I walked to the desk to check in. I changed the room they had me scheduled to use and went upstairs. I was not surprised when I went out to the pool to see Cynthia. She was lounging in a chair as if waiting. I set my towel down and dove in to swim a few laps. When I got out of the water, she was sitting in the lounger beside mine.
I dried off and lay back. “Talk to me.”
She smiled. “It is nice to see you again.”
I smiled slightly. “Talk.”
Cynthia sighed. “My target was supposed to be an international merchant. Everything said he was, and every check I made came back the same.”
She shook her head. “That should have warned me. Anyway, I took him to a spa and made it look like a drowning. Ever since then, I have had someone following me.”
I glanced at the two men in baggy swim suits at the end of the pool. “Those two?”
She nodded. “I lose them, and they always find me.”
I snorted. “They probably painted you and use a satellite to track you.”
Cynthia looked at me. “Paint me?”
I shrugged. “A radioactive, invisible spray.”
She turned to look at them. “How do I get rid of it?”
I smiled. “Give me a day.”
Cynthia nodded. “Are you okay getting out?”
I laughed as I stood. “Yeah.”
I walked straight to the two men and stopped beside them. “This is the only warning I will give you and your agency. Go home.”
I walked away and went to change. I carried my suitcase out to the rental and drove off. I knew they would track it and left it in the middle of the city before taking a bus. The men that tried to follow me were both very visible and not very skilled.
In an out-of-the-way alley, I waited in the shadows and stepped out to strike one in the throat. As he fell, I moved into the other one. I grabbed his hand with the gun and twisted as I slid past him, and then I twisted and yanked. There was a pop from his neck, and I walked away as he fell.
It was a couple of hours before I stepped into the tiny shop and smiled at the old man. We talked quietly, and he led me into the back, where he handed me a large jug. I paid him and left. When I knocked on Cynthia’s door, it was silent. It opened, and from the way Cynthia stood, I knew she was not alone.
I slammed the door open and moved in quickly. I kicked out and into the groin of the second man and spun as he folded over. I stomped down on the first man’s wrist, breaking bones, and knelt to pick up the silenced pistol. I turned and shot the second man through the head and then the first man.
I nodded to Cynthia against the wall. “Downstairs in the pool showers is a white jug. Use it to wash your body as many times as you can and then leave without these clowns following.”
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