Jake was my best friend my entire life or I should say 16 years of my life before the car accident took him away. That was a horrible night for me. I lost my best friend because some asshole with a vendetta cut the break lines on his Ferrari. Now after ten years I’m still tracking the asshole that killed Jake.

My name is Daniel Jackson Colt but Danny for short. I’m 26 years old and I’m 6’4, I way in at 275 pound of muscle from intense workouts at the gym. The guy I’m hunting killed Jake all because of something that happened at school. The guys name is Mike Harding and he’s a hired killer for the rich and powerful.

I rolled into the sleepy town of Haven at about 7 am on Friday. I pulled into the gas station and got out and was about to swipe my card just to find out that I was going to have to go in and pay because the pumps were outdated. That’s when I seen her. She was beautiful, 5’10 blonde hair and blue eyes. I’d say she had a size 32 c-cup bust but her smile is what caught my attention.

“Welcome to Haven I’m Sarah, what can I get you?” she asked me. Her voice was so angelic and beautiful, it almost sounded like she was singing a song. I got lost momentarily in her beauty and temporarily forgot what brought me here. Then my face hardened and I remembered why I was here, I had tracked Mike to this town and found out he had a family here and more importantly a 16 year old son with a car.

“Do you know where I can find Mike Harding?” I asked her. What she said next rocked my world to very core. “Why are you looking for my dad? Are you a friend of his or are you looking for a business opportunity?” I just stood there for a minute and finally she called her father out. “Hi I’m Mike how can I help you?” he asked me. “Jacob Thompson, recognize the name Mr. Harding? I know who you are now I want to know why and who hired you or I’ll take the one child that means the most to you away the way you did to my friends parents and more importantly to me.” I said starting to go into a rage.

“Let’s step outside and talk, what’s your name by the way?” he asked. “Danny” was all I said as I followed him outside to set on the bench and talk. “Danny, I’m truly sorry about Jake. I was hired by Franklin Wilcott back 10 years ago. I was just starting out and the pay was 100,000 dollars to make it look like an accident which I’m sure you remember was ruled an accident. The reason I was hired was because of a fight that put Frank’s son in the hospital. It’s haunted me for the last 10 years but I kept pushing forward trying to keep my mind off of that young man.” I now understood why Frank moved away a year later and his strange behavior, I no longer blamed this weeping man beside me but I blamed Frank.

“Mike I accept your apology, I’ve been tracking you for ten years and I always thought that I’d end your life when I met you face to face but I guess I really just needed to hear you say that you were sorry.” I said.