A jeep barrelled down a jungle trail, Inside were three men, former cartel hitmen not even worth the million dollar contract they had just lost. They rounded a turn and a thousand meters away was their safe house, where they intended to bunker down after their failed attempt at an assasination. They couldn't see the rented helicopter behind the house. At four hundred meters six shots were fired. At three hundred and fifty meters the jeep slammed into several trees. Laurence made a call, and received the final payment of his contract.
The next day his jet was in the air leaving Guatemala behind and Laurence was pondering over a hand written note. Laurence had picked it up from his dead drop in London as he was traveling to Guatemala but hadn't taken a good look at it. He flipped open his phone and made a call.
"Brandon Wilks electronics," the voice said over the cell. "What can I help you with?"
"It's Laurence Cassidy, I'd like to ask you about internet security."
"Oh, hey! Did you change your number or something I thought you were a cop?"
"No, same number. I'm using a burner," Laurence replied. "Figured I might as well use the minutes before I toss it."
"You never were much of a waster. What do you need to know?"
"I'd like you to figure out how a nine year old girl living in the suburbs of Glasgow found out how to get a letter and twenty three pounds to my dead drop at the London City Airport."
"What?!?" came the shocked reply.
"I said I'd like you to . . ."
"Yes, I heard what you said" Brandon interrupted. "I just don't understand. It shouldn't be possible." Laurence rolled his eyes and made a grunt. "Right," Brandon continued. "pull up your laptop so I can connect to it and we can go through this together."
"No can do Brandon. I'm on my plane."
There was a pause. "It's nice to know that signal booster I installed is working." Brandon cleared his throat. "I'll get to work on it from here and we can comb through it once you get back."
"Yep, and I'll give you a head start. the girls address is 321 Hedge Row Drive."
"Okay I'll start with that. Have a pleasant flight!" Laurence snapped the phone shut.
He read the pink ink of the letter for the eighth time.
Dear Murderer,
I need you to kill my step-dad. He is cruel and mean and needs to die.
I've included the money, now kill him. But leave me and mommy alone.
We live at 321 hedge row dr. and we're really close to Glasgow.
Please kill him soon, I don't want to see him again. So you don't
accendently kill me, I'm nine and have pretty brown hair and I'm the
tallest in my class.
Love,
Jessy
