The Story of Blood and Roses-Chapter 11 Avenge Your Beloved

I turned to the next page where a list of his missions was given.

They were all over the place. Sometimes they were small hits and then there were others that were high profile, like taking down drug cartels and the like. There were a few very famous names that caught my eye. It was then I discovered something; he had no pattern or specific way of getting the job done. It seemed as though he worked like a madman.

Of course, that was a professional view, but the fact that he was so dedicated, that he loved my mother so much made me want to do… Something.

[According to his testimony, during the assassination of Dorian Murray, Cain had been the one who killed Dorian. Ray was supposed to be breaking into the security system without detection, and Jasper was stationed across from the Murray estate, acting as the sniper. Unfortunately, Anthony Murray found Ray in the security room. Anthony Murray, who was earlier considered been killed in a shootout, is believed to have been underground, training to take over the business after his ailing father. According to Cain, in spite of having no proof that it was Anthony Murray who killed agent Ray, he was pretty sure it was him. The Chief ruled the option of killing Anthony as unethical because there was nothing to prove him guilty, so he was spared much to Cain's displeasure.

Cain, too, attested that it was unethical, but that didn't stop him from further investigation. It is said that the opinion of the Chief was what made up his mind. He wanted to do something, and doing that under the organization would break its rules, so he quit.]

Cain's decisions were made when he was emotional. But then, after the funeral, why hadn't Cain killed Anthony? He must have found ample opportunities to exact revenge. Why did he change his mind on the subject so many times?

To not kill the person who killed your beloved, there must have been a reason behind it. It went over my head, but I was pretty sure there were a few things that even this file couldn't answer. All of this just didn't add up.

I flipped the pages that gave his bio-data. It had everything! Things I didn't know. For a moment I wondered if that was what it was to be an agent, to hide oneself from people. I shook the thought away and concentrated on the file.

[Cain Vincent's car was found on a roadside, totally crushed. His body was recovered from the car.]

Pictures.

Pictures.

There was no point in acting like I could recognize him. I couldn't. But the body was declared as Cain Vincent's.

My father was really dead. But looking at the car, the condition of his body . . . How could this be an accident?

[All possibilities of the reason for his death are open. It could be a murder or it could be indeed an accident, but the organization believes that it was a murder.

They can't rule out the fact that it could be suicide also.]

Suicide.

Could my father have killed himself? After all these years, had he given up? Had he known that I was taking over his work? So many questions would remain unanswered.

I thought over everything I had read. I took the files and placed them on my working desk. Papers were scattered all over the place. I opened my laptop and searched for newspaper clippings. There were none. It was as if my father never died or was never found.

I picked up my phone and dialed Daisy's number. It was picked up on the second ring.

"Miss Green, here."

"Mia Vincent."

"Oh, yes. Have you gone over the files that I gave you?" I nodded, realizing a little too late that she couldn't see me.

"Yes," I said in a whisper. I knew she heard. That was why she sighed.

"So, what can I help you with?" she asked, alert and calculative.

"You are recording this conversation, aren't you?" I asked, a bit amused. I was impressed with her presence of mind. In the short time I had known her, I would've liked to think that she took care of each and every factor, looked at each facet of the case.

"I am. You were saying?" she asked in irritation.

"You never mentioned anything about this guy, Jasper. Who is this? Could you find out?"

"Okay…" She hesitated. "I don't know why you want it." And that was my cue.

"Because I want to know. I'm sure you've read the files." I rolled my eyes.

"Yes. I will do that and come back to you when I find out," she said easily.

"Nice working with you."

"Yeah." As I was about to hang up, I heard her speak again. "Remember… mystery book," she said cryptically. I sighed and hung up.

I plopped down on my bed, throwing the cell-phone to the corner and put my hands behind my head.

'Who the hell is this Jasper?'

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