Wren
Ch. 22
Rich woke in his room the next morning, unsure of what to do next. They didn’t leave me with any instructions for my next job. Maybe this means I’m free. Rich knew, however, that there was no chance of that. He got himself dressed and headed down the stairs, to find another note passed under his front door. He picked it up.
You went way too far last night. After that shit you pulled I should have killed you. You’re lucky that you’re still more use to me alive. Let me make this clear. Until I’m done with you, you belong to me. If I tell you not to do something you better not do it. If I shake my head at you, you had better stop what you’re doing. If you even see me close enough to see me shake my head, you should already be fearing for your life. You’ll find your next target at the botanical gardens. It likes to pretend it’s a tour guide there, red hair, blue eyes, and no beard. Have fun sorting that shit out.
– Wren
Well they’ve never been drunk before, Rich thought, or they’d probably cut me a bit of slack. Or maybe not killing me is their version of slack. That’s a scary thought. Rich decided to focus on the task at hand. He enjoyed the botanical gardens, or at least he did under normal circumstances. Maybe a walk around could take his mind off of what he was going to have to do. In all of the chaos of the past several days, he hadn’t even realized that it was now October. He stepped outside and took a breath of the air. It smelled of manure, a load of it must have gotten dumped into the river and carried into the city. It wasn’t too uncommon of an occurrence, but it was unusual that Rich could smell it from his house. He tried breathing through his mouth, only to find he’d rather really smell shit than slightly taste it. With that start to his day, he headed towards the botanical gardens.