Victoria let out a frustrated sigh as there still was no information about the murder. It seemed like the scene was clean, too clean in her opinion. But what was the reason for killing Mr Fawkes?  She bit her lip as she started thinking about it. Maybe sheâ€™d have to take a look herself. To be honest, it wasnâ€™t the murder that interested her that much. But the way that the murderer dealt with it. He was precise, quick and never got seen or caught.<br/><br/>Victoria looked up as she saw the man throwing his cigarette on the ground and then glanced at her. He gave her this strange smile from which she wasnâ€™t sure if she understood the signals from. But she couldnâ€™t hold a soft chuckle back as her cheeks flushed red. She watched how he left for the bar, not that far away from here, and went inside. Victoria decides to take a look at her client and receive her money. Besides, she did what he had asked and he knew better than piss her off.<br/><br/>Victoria got up and walked off to the business center where she asked for her client, Mr Brooks, once again. He finally was available and Victoria was allowed to enter his office. They didnâ€™t say a lot to each other. She gave him the files, he looked at them, he gave her the money and she left again. The normal routine. This wasnâ€™t such a big job and the killer was a simple man, so his life wasnâ€™t worth a lot of money in the mercenary business. It was the files that usually was worth the most. But as there wasnâ€™t a lot of crucial information about the man and his background, she didnâ€™t earn a lot. $ 5.000,- was one of the lowest amount of money that she ever got from a case. Maybe she should offer her help to the police or someone else who wanted it. Besides, she was in need of a good contract right now.<br/><br/>As she made her way back to her house she passed the bar. She couldnâ€™t help it but wonder if he was still inside, so she took a look. Victoria took a deep breath and coughed softly when she breathed in the cigarette smoke of someone at the bar. She wasnâ€™t sure if it was the same guy, so she sat down 3 seats away from him and ordered a Heineken beer. It reminded her of home. In Luxembourg they used to sell it a lot.