OregonWriter14
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(FYI: I can change the female character's name to what ever you want it to be.)
Peter Taylor waited until most of the friends and family cleared out before stepping out of his luxury sedan and making his way up the walk to the house. He smiled politely to a few of the mourners but didn't speak. He didn't want any of these people remembering the man with the heavy accent if things were to go wrong in the future.
There was a large photo of the deceased -- a distinguished gentleman in his mid-50s -- standing on a tripod just inside the entry to the family room. Peter studied it for a moment, then continued inside to locate the dead man's daughter.
There were still a dozen or more folks standing about, but it was obvious that the final farewells were in process. Peter continued to wander a bit, down the hall as if looking for the bathroom, then through the kitchen to pick an hors devour like a normal person would.
He was just making his way out of the kitchen when the woman he'd come to speak to was thanking her last visitors and sending the couple out the door. When she turned, she donned a slightly startled expression.
"Hello, Miss Anderson," Peter Taylor said with a soft smile. "My name is Henry Johnson. I didn't mean to startle you."
He reached into the outside pocket of his jacket as he walked closer to her, withdrawing a business card. As he offered it out, he explained, "I'm a lawyer. I represent some people who ... who wish to help you in your time of sorrow."
Peter could see by the expression developing on her face that she probably thought he was some sort of ambulance chaser, hoping to represent her in a multi-million dollar law suit against the people responsible for her father's death.
"It's not like that, Miss Anderson," he said quickly. "The people I represent ... they were responsible for your father's death. And they wish to make amends."
This third expression developing on the young woman's face was just about what Peter had expected. Often, the people or companies responsible for a person's accidental death came to the family wanting to put things right, if for no other reason than to avoid those huge law suits or bad press or both.
However, it wasn't nearly as often that the party responsible for murdering a man sent someone to make amends. The deceased, Parker Anderson, hadn't been run over by a fast moving car with a drunk, wealthy tycoon behind the wheel; nor had he died in a fiery plane crash caused by poor maintenance; nor had he caught a bolt dropped from an under-construction high rise with his skull.
No, Parker Anderson had died when his car was struck by the getaway vehicle of a jewelry heist, one in which the suspects had escaped with more than $35 million dollars in uncut diamonds, emeralds, and rubies.
And Peter Taylor, here to make amends with the only child of Parker Anderson, had been behind the wheel of that getaway vehicle.
(If you are interested in writing the female role, please send me a private message. My thought is that once she gets past the hatred that she is probably going to initially feel for this man, that they will become attracted to one another, get involved, and then -- wanting more satisfaction -- she will press him for more about "the man" responsible for killing her father ... which is going to create some hairy conversations.)
Peter Taylor waited until most of the friends and family cleared out before stepping out of his luxury sedan and making his way up the walk to the house. He smiled politely to a few of the mourners but didn't speak. He didn't want any of these people remembering the man with the heavy accent if things were to go wrong in the future.
There was a large photo of the deceased -- a distinguished gentleman in his mid-50s -- standing on a tripod just inside the entry to the family room. Peter studied it for a moment, then continued inside to locate the dead man's daughter.
There were still a dozen or more folks standing about, but it was obvious that the final farewells were in process. Peter continued to wander a bit, down the hall as if looking for the bathroom, then through the kitchen to pick an hors devour like a normal person would.
He was just making his way out of the kitchen when the woman he'd come to speak to was thanking her last visitors and sending the couple out the door. When she turned, she donned a slightly startled expression.
"Hello, Miss Anderson," Peter Taylor said with a soft smile. "My name is Henry Johnson. I didn't mean to startle you."
He reached into the outside pocket of his jacket as he walked closer to her, withdrawing a business card. As he offered it out, he explained, "I'm a lawyer. I represent some people who ... who wish to help you in your time of sorrow."
Peter could see by the expression developing on her face that she probably thought he was some sort of ambulance chaser, hoping to represent her in a multi-million dollar law suit against the people responsible for her father's death.
"It's not like that, Miss Anderson," he said quickly. "The people I represent ... they were responsible for your father's death. And they wish to make amends."
This third expression developing on the young woman's face was just about what Peter had expected. Often, the people or companies responsible for a person's accidental death came to the family wanting to put things right, if for no other reason than to avoid those huge law suits or bad press or both.
However, it wasn't nearly as often that the party responsible for murdering a man sent someone to make amends. The deceased, Parker Anderson, hadn't been run over by a fast moving car with a drunk, wealthy tycoon behind the wheel; nor had he died in a fiery plane crash caused by poor maintenance; nor had he caught a bolt dropped from an under-construction high rise with his skull.
No, Parker Anderson had died when his car was struck by the getaway vehicle of a jewelry heist, one in which the suspects had escaped with more than $35 million dollars in uncut diamonds, emeralds, and rubies.
And Peter Taylor, here to make amends with the only child of Parker Anderson, had been behind the wheel of that getaway vehicle.
(If you are interested in writing the female role, please send me a private message. My thought is that once she gets past the hatred that she is probably going to initially feel for this man, that they will become attracted to one another, get involved, and then -- wanting more satisfaction -- she will press him for more about "the man" responsible for killing her father ... which is going to create some hairy conversations.)
