“What my brother does is a mystery to me “, Phoebe said. “Don’t you think that’s odd? Phoebe chuckled humorlessly. “My whole life is odd? A brother-in-law who. Who what? She couldn’t admit it, couldn’t say the damning words that she was attracted to her husband’s brother.” who….bothers me. And yes I do think it’s all strange. Real strange. I just hope that I can figure it out soon before I go out of my mind.”
“Or before you get killed,” he said solemnly. A chill ran through her blood, “killed?” She repeated.
She had considered the fact that someone might be trying to murder her, but she’d always tossed of the idea, condemned it as her own brand of paranoia. To hear it from someone else made it so much real.
Phoebe sighed and shook her head. “No way”. This is too farfetched. I was in an accident, just last week. Period . There wasn’t anything sinister about it,” she said trying to convince herself. No one was really trying to kill her.



Or were they?
Why would someone want me dead?” she asked.
“Because someone’s afraid of you…..of what you remember…..” .there was a sound which indicated all was not well. He killed her. His muscles tightened. Shit he needed a cigarette.
She’s dead. You sent her black soul straight to hell.
And she fucking deserved it.
“Come on baby, light my fire…..”
Yeah, well, never again. The bitch wasn’t ever going to light anyone’s fire again. First victim gone, two more to go.




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FACELESS EP 2

* * *
A week after max decided it was time for him to make a move on Pepper. He dialed her number, after a second she picked “Hi”, she said
“Hey Pepper. How are you doing?” he asked
“Great, how? ……I mean you and Fiona okay now like after the fight?” she asked
“Yeah, been trying to apologize to her, maybe I could use your help,” he said
“I will try my best ‘cos Phoebe would have been the best candidate for that but now she…she’s dead,” Pepper said and burst into tears.
“It’s okay you don’t have to cry…..alright?”
“Yeah, thanks…..Max there’s something I need to tell you, I figure you’re the only person I can tell right now.” She said
“Okay, how ‘bout dinner next tomorrow then you can tell me what’s wrong,” he asked
“That’d be great,” she replied
“Alright then I’ll come pick you 6pm.”
“Okay. Thanks”, she said and cut the call
* * *

“Can I get you a drink”, Max asked
“Sure” Pepper replied.
Max returns with a bottle of scotch. Serves them each.
“Did Fiona mention to you she’d be travelling next month to Labasco?”
“Not at all,” Max said…..Labasco, Fiona is going to Labasco to do what? He thought. “Why is she going there?” he asked
“She just said she wanted to tell your father about the fight you guys had and bla bla bla……now to my own problem.” She said
“You know what”, Pepper began.
“What”
“I’m scared”, she chuckled,” my world is unraveling fast. One by one members of my family are dying. I’m certain am being watched “or is she losing her mind” “ lately I’ve heard footsteps when there’s no one around, smelled a man’s perfume, and noticed small personal items missing from the house. I just hope I can uncover it soon before I…….”
“Get killed”, he said.
“What! ....I mean, what do you mean”, “if it’s a joke stop it”
Stands to take her leave, falls instantly.
Hmmm, she’s dead.
“One more to go.”



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ep 3

It’s the next car…….she’s coming in the next car, a black Mercedes coupe, an S500, travelling South, just as we planned”, Max said.
“I thought she drove a Porsche”, a voice crackling through the static of his two-way radio replied.
“She’s driving a Mercedes!” Max snapped angrily.
“You’ve got about ninety seconds”.
“Got it”. Eyes narrowed.
She was getting nearer.
His heart hammered. He remembered the scent of her skin, the look in her eyes. The depth of her betrayal. She deserved this, the self-righteous bitch. He only wished she could know that he was the instrument of her death.
Adrenalin surged through his blood.
“In the twinkle of an eye” a truck crossed her path.
“She was dead” she is still dead and will keep on dying as long as I know she’s alive.
* * *
She couldn’t see, couldn’t speak……oh God. She couldn’t see, couldn’t move her hand. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids wouldn’t move.
“Ms. Fiona?”
Ms. Fiona? There was a touch, someone’s cool fingers on the back of the hand “Ms. Fiona, can you hear me?” The voice, kind and female, sounded as if it was carried from a great distance…..far away, from a spot on the other side of the pain. Me? I’m Ms. Fiona? That sounded wrong, but she didn’t know why.
Was she dreaming, probably
“Your brother’s here to see you.”
My brother? But I don’t have…..Oh, God, what’s happening to me? Am I going crazy…..Yeah well I’ve gone crazy because I don’t seem to remember anything.
“Where am I?” she yelled
“Ms. Fiona, please take it easy ….. What! Did you just talk, you’ve been in coma for the past six weeks. I’ll need to call the Doctor”
”of course… but wait did I just talk?”
“Yeah, your brother is here to see you”
Brother, brother, brother…….remember something his face, look, build, your parents…..just a waste of time, nothing seems to be coming up.
‘Tell him….no
“Tell him to come in”
‘’alright ma’am’’
A minute later, Max walks in.
“Fiona? It’s Max”…….he said. His deep baritone voice was loud.
“I don’t know you”
Oh God why couldn’t she remember?
Had she seen his face before, color of his hair, the width of his shoulders, the size of his shoes, any little trait…..my brother…..what? Impossible.
Max’s pov
I sat down on a chair.
Shit! She doesn’t remember me that serves the bitch right. I hope she remains like that forever.
“Never mind”, I said “the doctor said it’ll take only a couple of weeks for you to recover from the amnesia”
“Yeah, hope so”, she said.
Gritting my teeth, I strode to the bed and felt like a damned intruder. She was lying on her back, her face bruised and swollen beyond recognition, her jaw wired. “Jesus” I whispered.
This was Fiona.
My gut clenched. I’d told myself I would never forgive her for betraying me, but standing over her as I did now, I couldn’t help but feel a sliver of empathy for the pathetic bitch who is my sister. Damn she looked bad, barely alive I wish she had died…..Bleep. Her head had been shaved on one side and there were visible stitches in the dark stubble. I hate this so called sister of mine……..shit, I needed a cigarette.
“The Doctor said you should be discharged in two days”, he said
“Why not now”
“Because you need to heal”
“Huff”







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EP 4

Two days later, she was getting ready to be released. Dr. Robert had given her every test imaginable, seemed satisfied with her results and now she was just waiting for the results when the door to her hospital room creaked open. “Miss Fiona?” a man said poking his head inside. ”I’m Detective Joe. San Francisco Police Department.”
Her heart skipped as he, dressed in dark pants and jacket tossed over a casual shirt, eased into the room. He would be full of questions. Questions for which she had no answers. Her head was clearer but images would still flicker and die, leaving her with nothing. He flashed his batch and Fiona’s heart sank.
“Sorry to bother you here at the hospital, “Joe apologized with a deep brown eyes and a solemn, concerned expression, he seemed like a nice enough guy. He was studying her with dark suspicious eyes. “I’m helping with the investigation of the accident. I’d like to hear what you remember about what happened.” He placed a recorder on the table. “Tell me anything you recall.”
“That’s easy”, she said. “Nothing .”
“Nothing?”
“Haven’t you already talked with my Doctor?”
“Yeah, he mentioned you had amnesia.”
“It’s true, Detective and a real pain in the neck.”
“Believe me, I’d love to help you, but I just don’t know much.”
“You don’t even remember what ran out in front of you to make you swerve, if anything?” he asked
“Nothing”
“The driver of the truck, Parteno James is barely holding on in a burn ward at a hospital across town. We’re hoping he wakes up and can remember something.”
“The poor man,” she whispered. “I’m sorry,”
“Me, too.” Getting to his feet, he fished in his pocket and placed a card
on the table. He switched off the recorder and kept it in his pocket. “That’s it for today, but if you remember anything, contact me.”
“I will”, she promised.
* * *
“A hundred grand.” He was irritated as he spoke into the pay phone.
“Twenty-five doesn’t cut it.”
“Of course, it does……want her dead, a hundred grand settled”
“You’ll get your money, but you have to try harder this time around. She has to die. And it has to be an accident.
“I could go to the police.”
“Try it.”
“I will”
“Not with your record.”
“Shit.”
“You’ll get your money, once the job’s done and done right. No Bleep-ups. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
The woman god-dammed deserved to die.
“I need a number where I can reach you.”
His nose was beginning to run. He swiped at it with his sleeve and sniffed.
“No. I’ll contact you.”
“But…..”
Click
The connection was lost
“You son of a bitch. You goddamned rich son of a bitch.”
He slammed the receiver down
Dealing with rich bastards usually made him thirsty.




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Ep 5

“I remember this place,” Fiona whispered as the Bentley sped up a narrow road. Yes, yes, yes! She’d been here before; she was sure of it.
HOME.
Electronic gates opened and a huge mansion glowed in the twilight
“I remember this,” she whispered, feeling like a fool
“Do you?” Max’s smile was wide, but there wasn’t much warmth in his eye “who cares if you do”, he thought
“Did you think I would fake it?”
“No, of course not.” Bitch
A silver Jaguar was parked in one spot and there was still room for another vehicle-undoubtedly her car
“Where’s….”
“Your Porsche is in the shop, waiting for a part.”
“I drive a Porsche?”
“You did,” he said. You will again. As soon as you’re well and we get the car back. But you might want to wait awhile…….because of the accident.”
If only she could live that one night over again
“And if wishes were horses, beggars would ride…”
“Pardon?” Max asked
“Oh, it’s nothing, just something my mother used to say…”
Yes! Her mother, she had an image of a woman, but it wasn’t clear.
“You remember her?” “Our” mother idiot
“Yes…..no, not quite but I will.”
Max reached into his pocket for a cigarette.
“You said she was dead.”
“That’s right….Years ago.” Our mother
Too bad, she thought
“Over here-the elevator, “Max reminded her as she glanced around the house experiencing the feeling that she’d never set foot in here before.
But you remember the house! You did! Don’t worry about it. “Do you want to go straight to the bedroom so you can lie down?” he asked
“Sure, that will do”
* * *
The lab coat was a couple of sizes too big, but it didn’t matter. One of the burn ward nurses hadn’t shown up for duty tonight because his car was bad and his cell phone stolen as the hospital was searching for a staff to fill the void.
By the time they were busy with that, he’d be done. The lights were too bright for his liking, but there wasn’t much he could do about that, and he shoved a pair of semi-recommended glasses onto his nose. He walked with confidence. The name tag on his ID card and picture were of Daniel Cooper. He figured no one would notice that the picture on the ID card didn’t match his face as he strode down the hallway. What a joke.
He had always been on the outside looking into the hospital. Well now he wasn’t only looking, he was fucking
smashing the window.
Near the burn ward, he waited until the overworked Nurse on duty was called into a room. As she went he crept on silent footsteps to Parteno James’ room.
Lying in bed, the man looked like a monster. Any skin that was visible was red. Bandages was on some part of his body. He looked stiff, as tubes going in and out of his body dripping God-only-knew-what into his bloodstream
Too late.
James wasn’t going to make it.
He moved to the bedside of the unlucky bastard. That’s what you get when you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Too bad, James.
You cost me, you son of a bitch, he thought, then took a small, rubber sheet from his pocket and placed his gloved hands over James’ mouth and nose. The man stiffened, tried to breathe, struggled in his unconscious state. Parteno James had been knocking on the door of death for much too long. He just helped the bastard.
As he moved silently away from the bed and the damned monitors starting beeping loudly and wildly, he smiled and walked on silent footsteps to a back stairs. He opened the door and left.
The way he looked at it, he’d done the sorry son of a bitch a favour. A big one.
He ran into a nurse running in the opposite direction
“Excuse me,” she said, her gaze moving to his ID card then up to his face. A confused expression crossed her face. “Daniel?” she said. “Hey!”
He turned quickly. Dashed through the glass door and prayed the woman didn’t get too close to look at his face, as he nearly tripped over an elderly woman being pushed in a wheelchair.
“Son of a bitch,” he whispered, taking off the lab coat and running across the express. He looked back, saw the nurse at the door. She was talking to another woman. Her fingers were pointing in the direction of the street. Still running, he ignored the pain in his ankle, crossed another couple of streets and found his jeep just where he’d left it.
Adrenalin surged through his blood as he climbed in, he lit a cigarette and left the hospital behind.
He’d had nearly gotten caught.
But hadn’t
Grinning to himself, he looked down at the white lab coat with its ID tag and the picture of Daniel Cooper staring up at him. He placed his cigarette on the tag and the smell of burning plastic filled the Jeep.

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