"Yes. Yes, you do," he murmured in response, brushing his fingers over Alex's messy hair. He was still staring at the phone when a response came through.<br/><br/>'It's going to cost you.'<br/><br/>He sighed and responded with a simple, 'I know.' When had he ever worried about money? Maybe when he was 18 and the money he'd taken to hunt down his master's friends and colleagues was running out? Certainly not since he'd taken up killing as a career.<br/><br/>Alex was moving then, covering himself and asking him not to look. It was pitiful.<br/><br/>"Alright," he agreed. "I'll make sure everything else is taken care of while you dress and get your things. Just..." He moved from the bed, pulling out the sheet and laying it over Richard's dead body. He'd never done that before. Covered a body. "Don't go near there. Wait for me by the pool."