Black (Part 2)

Davis awakened to the irritating sound of a car alarm. His eyes snapped open and his hand reached underneath his pillow. When he realized that it was only a car alarm, he removed his hand from under his pillow and checked the time: 3:30 p.m. Davis drug himself out of bed, showered, and shaved. He dressed himself in an expensive black Italian suit and white dress shirt with a black leather tie. He put a shoulder holster on over his shirt, reached under his pillow and retrieved his Glock 23 and holstered it. He slid his jacket on and left his condo to do a quick check of the target residence.

As he arrived, he noticed the neighboring houses. The target was a two-story house overlooking the bay. The rest of the houses were similar in design. Most multiple stories, but there were a few at a single story. A tall fence cut off the front yard from the back, and it followed the property line. Davis couldn't see the back of the fence, but was sure that it ended as the beach started. Davis noted the position of the front door, the distance from the street, and the position of each and every window on the front of the house. Davis exited the car and walked towards the garage. No cars were visible in the driveway nor in the garage. Davis opened the fence gate nearest to the garage and went around back. As he had already guessed, the fence ended at the beach. The people liked their privacy, but didn't want an obstruction to their view or an obstacle to get to the beach. Davis walked onto the back deck and saw an old rowboat laid upside down on it. He picked it up slightly and looked under it. He saw oars, nets, and fishing poles.

As Davis lowered the boat, he heard an odd metallic scraping sound. So, he lifted the boat and looked again. This time, he noticed a small silver briefcase. He grabbed the case and opened it. In it, he found several passports, a small Walther P22, and several stacks of different currency. A typical case used by spies in movies. Davis found his interest peaked by this case. He counted the bills, planning on retrieving the case once he had finished tonight. After counting, he picked up the passports to get an idea of who he was going to kill. Normally, Davis didn't go to any lengths to know much about the people he has a contract for, but since the opportunity presented itself, he took it. Davis opened up the passport. The name of the man was Jackson Greyson. This man was 38, 6'3", and 235 pounds. Davis glanced at the man's picture. He bore a striking resemblance to the man in the photograph, but the other man had mid-length black hair, where as Davis' was short and blond. Davis thought it was odd, but didn't have much time left to think about it. A car door closed loudly in the driveway. The front door opened with a soft jingling of keys that reached Davis' ears. A muffled female voice called out. "Jackson?" The name was a question. The woman was clearly confused about something and Davis allowed himself a peak. He noticed his car was across the street. Davis chided himself silently for parking so close.

He closed the briefcase silently and slipped it back under the boat. Davis slipped out silently behind the house into the neighboring yard and exited through their fence. He walked quickly to his car and opened the door. He heard the door of the target house open and heard the name "Jackson" called loudly. He didn't allow himself to look, though she continued to shot the name trying to get Davis' attention. After he closed the door, he started the engine and put it in drive. As he left, he allowed himself a peak through the tinted glass at the woman in the yard. She had a look of confusion and hurt on her face. The question going through Davis' mind wasn't about the woman's identity. He assumed it was this Jackson's wife. What Davis was confused about was why was she confusing her husband for him? She should know her husband better than that. A detail from the man's passport that Davis overlooked the first time sprang to the front of his mind. Davis' belief in coincidence was as strong a piece of twine holding a hundred pounds, but now he was left wondering. Could that even be possible....