Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty-One
Atanas Stavich felt strong urges.Dealing with a contract often makes him feel that way.He made a rule: before he kills, he has to have sex with those killed, whether male or female.And he often finds it very exciting.Now, he feels discouraged.Because there was no time to torture Catherine, or make love to her.Atanas looked at his watch, it was still early, and the plane would not take off until 11pm.He took a taxi to the Shepherd's Market, paid the fare, and wandered into the side streets that turned left and right.At the corner of the street, there were six or seven girls standing, greeting the passing men.
"Hey honey, would you like to have French lessons tonight?"
"How about a little party?"
"Are you interested in the Greeks?"
But not a single woman went for Atanas.He walked up to a tall blond woman in a short coat, a short leather skirt and pointy high heels.
"Good evening." Atanas said politely.
She looked down at him, amused. "Hey, kid, does your mother know you're out shopping?"
Atanas smiled shyly. "Yes, ma'am. I think, if you have time..."
The prostitute laughed loudly, "You? Now? What would you do if I had time? Have you ever made love to a girl before?"
"Once." Atanas said softly, "I like it."
"You are only as big as a little fish." The girl laughed loudly. "Usually, I'll answer the small ones. But business is slow tonight. Do you have ten dollars?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Okay, dear, go upstairs."
She led Atanas through the porch, up two flights of stairs, and into a small one-room apartment.
Atanas handed her the money.
"Okay, let me see if you know what to do, honey."
Atanas walked over to the bed.Usually, he liked to beat up whores.But he knew that this time he must not do anything suspicious, or leave any trace that the police could follow.So, he smiled down, "This is one of those nights when you're lucky."
"what?"
"nothing."
Atanas opened his eyes.He was not with Catherine, but with some ugly whore in a gloomy room.He got dressed and hailed a taxi back to the hotel.Then pack up and pay the bill. It was only half past nine when he headed to the airport.There is enough time. Passengers on the Olympic Airlines flight have a short queue.When Atanas reached the end of the queue, he handed over the ticket and asked, "Is the plane on time?" "Yes." The airport staff looked at the name on the ticket: Atanas Stavic.He looked up at Atanas again, then glanced at a man standing aside, and nodded.The man walked up to the ticket gate. "Can I see your ticket?" Atanas handed over the ticket. "Is something wrong?" he asked. The man said, "I'm afraid this flight is overbooked. If you can stop by the office, I'll try to clear things up." Atanas shrugged. "Okay." He followed the man towards the office.At the same time, he felt light all over.Now Demiris may be out of prison.He's such an amazing person.Nor can the law touch him.Everything was done perfectly.He will get the $50,000 and deposit it into one of his accounts with a Swiss bank number.Then, take a vacation.Maybe to a Mediterranean resort on the French Riviera, or to Rio de Janeiro.He likes male whores in Rio de Janeiro. Atanas walked into the office and stopped, dumbfounded.His face turned pale in an instant. "You're dead! You're dead! I've killed you!" It was a scream at the top of her lungs. Atanas was led out of the office screaming incessantly and packed into a police car.Alan Hamilton and Catherine watched as he was led out.Allen turned to Catherine and said, "It's over now, dear, it's finally over."
Atanas opened his eyes.He was not with Catherine, but with some ugly whore in a gloomy room.He got dressed and hailed a taxi back to the hotel.Then pack up and pay the bill. It was only half past nine when he headed to the airport.There is enough time. Passengers on the Olympic Airlines flight have a short queue.When Atanas reached the end of the queue, he handed over the ticket and asked, "Is the plane on time?" "Yes." The airport staff looked at the name on the ticket: Atanas Stavic.He looked up at Atanas again, then glanced at a man standing aside, and nodded.The man walked up to the ticket gate. "Can I see your ticket?" Atanas handed over the ticket. "Is something wrong?" he asked. The man said, "I'm afraid this flight is overbooked. If you can stop by the office, I'll try to clear things up." Atanas shrugged. "Okay." He followed the man towards the office.At the same time, he felt light all over.Now Demiris may be out of prison.He's such an amazing person.Nor can the law touch him.Everything was done perfectly.He will get the $50,000 and deposit it into one of his accounts with a Swiss bank number.Then, take a vacation.Maybe to a Mediterranean resort on the French Riviera, or to Rio de Janeiro.He likes male whores in Rio de Janeiro. Atanas walked into the office and stopped, dumbfounded.His face turned pale in an instant. "You're dead! You're dead! I've killed you!" It was a scream at the top of her lungs. Atanas was led out of the office screaming incessantly and packed into a police car.Alan Hamilton and Catherine watched as he was led out.Allen turned to Catherine and said, "It's over now, dear, it's finally over."