CAMILLA

CAMILLA

“This is the moment you tell me you are kidding” I muttered.

“But I am not” He said.

He did not have his usual smirk or the usual amusement in his eyes. He was actually serious about killing her husband.

“How?” I asked

“I have not always been on your side of the tracks, Camilla. Once, I used to be on this side and I did terrible things” He said.

“What terrible things?” I asked

“I worked for a drug dealer… an Italian drug dealer who used myself and boys like me to do his dirty work.”

It would be the first time I was hearing anything about this. It was only possible because the media obviously did not know everything about him like they claimed.

“And this man asked you to kill her husband? How old were you?” I asked

“I started working for him at 15” He answered.

“You were barely a teenager”

“But I knew enough to know I was doing terrible things but I did not care about it. Sarah’s husband owed the man I worked for and he sent me to take care of it. It was a way for me to be prop