Tuesday 2nd March
The following day Jasmine woke up to see the apartment was still a mess and she had to sleep on a sofa. The bed had been trashed and most of her things were broken or on the floor. She looked to the broken vases, ripped clothes and trashed furniture and she knew that the person that she saw the previous day would go after her. The one thing that she had learned was to not wait for your enemy but to go after them.
Jasmine wasn't sure where he would be, she looked out of the window to the cafe below to see if she was being watched but the table was empty.
However Pierre was watching but not out on the street but in the apartment across from her and he sat quiet and still and had sneaked back several hours earlier after the police had left. He was planning a quick kill. In the place she would least expect it. In her own home and he knew that she would be thinking he was out somewhere.
Jasmine however got about getting changed and she returned to work. She had rent to pay and to shop for broken furniture. Pierre was determined to wait patiently until she returned.
Jasmine sat in her office thinking how she could draw him out but nothing came to her.
The day went relatively quiet as Jasmine investigated cases and wrote reports catching up on her paperwork. By the end of the day she was tired and fed up and went home. As she entered her apartment Pierre watched across from the hall way staring as he waited for her to come back from work.
He was silent as Jasmine walked into her apartment. It was getting late and the night had set in. Pierre waited for ten minutes and grabbed a gun with a silencer. A quick kill was what he wanted. He knocked on Jasmines door and he stepped to the side out of view.
Jasmine opened the door and she saw no one around and walked back into her apartment. However Pierre was waiting. He rushed down the hallway and he kicked open the door.
Jasmine was startled as Pierre raced in.
Pierre mockingly said "I said I would see you soon."
Jasmine said nothing and she knew she couldn't move. Her gun was in her jacket which was on a chair only a few metres from where she stood but she couldn't get to it.
Pierre noticed that she was itching to get her gun and he could predict her actions "Don't move. Lets make this easy on the both of us".
Jasmine was defiant "Why should I when you killed my boss?"
Pierre laughed "He was a wimp. He squealed one to many times. You know he worked for us for many years passing on intelligence and keeping us out of trouble. Then you come along and he has suddenly a change of heart and we're supposed to forget. It doesn't work like that."
Pierre inched forward and Jasmine stood still "Your lying, my boss didn't do those things."
Pierre laughed at her ignorance "You are so blind and stupid."
Jasmine looked down the barrel of the gun yet she was calm. She inched backwards. Pierre cocked his weapon and placed his hand on the trigger and was looking forward to an easy kill.
Jasmine looked to her surroundings but there was nothing that she could do.
Pierre aimed at her ready to fire "Get on your knees."
Jasmine was defiant "No."
Pierre motioned for her to. Still she wouldn't. Jasmine continued to deny him the perfect kill. Pierre was getting angry. Jasmine had wanted this and she wanted to throw him off his routine.
Then there was suddenly a loud explosion from behind Pierre and he fell as his eyes shone in surprise. Jasmine was spattered in blood and looked over to see a face she hadn't seen for years. A small red haired lady stood in the corner of the room. It was her sister and she had gone missing whilst backpacking in Southeast Asia.
Jasmine was surprised "Sister is that you?"
Helena's eyes lit up "Its me."
Helena looked to Pierre's body "Friend of yours?"
Jasmine was still in a state of disbelief and she said "Not really. We need to talk."
Helena nodded in agreement. Jasmine placed a call to Francois explaining that Pierre had been found.
Within thirty minutes Francois walked in and he was relieved to see Jasmine was alright. Helena kept out of the way saying she had killed the person in self defence.
One of the police officers found Pierre's apartment and motioned Jasmine and Francois.
They both looked into the apartment surprised at the proximity of Pierre. The flat was identical to Jasmines and it was fully furnished in black leather furniture and cream walls. Their was little evidence of personal artefact's on the shelves or walls.
Jasmine said in a shocked voice "He was waiting for me."
Francois looked to the body "This guy was a pro. But you got Marcus's killer."
Jasmine said relieved "That is one ghost settled."
All three went back to the police station and statements were given. Jasmine was glad that her sister was not going to be charged. They both left the station a few hours later. They both went to the Cafe De Mars and it was where Jasmine had met her boss before he was killed.
They sat with a bottle of red claret. Jasmine had a dozen questions but only one that really mattered "Where have you been the last time I heard from you was in India?"
Helena was the elder sister by five years "I am sorry I came back as soon I heard about our Uncle."
Jasmine was hurt "But not Dad. "
Helena's face was full of regret "I wish I could. I came back to France. I knew you were in trouble. I was on the trail of Pierre Nopasni for years going from country to country tracking him down."
Jasmine was intrigued "Tracking him down. Your working for French Intelligence?"
Helena laughed at the idea "Not really. More of a mercenary. I track people down for a price."
Jasmine was dismayed "A hired gun, as the Americans would say."
Jasmine disapproved of such people and she had a healthy distrust of mercenaries being only interested in money and not letting the authorities deal with it.
Helena saw her disgust "I can't make you understand and I can't take back those lost years but I am here."
Jasmine was suspicious and knew that her sister was the wild one and she always stayed out late when they were growing up and she often got into fights at school.
"Why are you hear?"
Helena knew her sister was pressing but she only had one answer "Tracking Pierre down for a client."
Jasmine looked to her and sipped some of her coffee "Do you know what he was involved with?"
Helena said "Some of it, he was responsible for killing several African politicians and he helped to supply arms to Bolivia, Paraguay and Nigeria. I was hired by your government to sort him out."
Jasmine sipped her wine "Who hired you?"
Helena replied "I can't say my friend needs to remain out of this but lets say he cares that you are safe."
Helena changed subjects "I hear on the grapevine your seeing some journalist from England."
Jasmine laughed "Sort of."
Helena knew she had cornered her sister "Not sort of. You are or you aren't."
Jasmine said nothing and they talked through the night as they left the café they both walked back to Jasmines apartment talking the whole night of Helena's cases.
Jasmines love for her sister came back but she knew that none of Helena's wild streak had disappeared.