THE MAN BEHIND THE FENCE

Somewhere behind the fence bordering Pinnacle Hotels and the broad road that spread outside of it, a man stood on a ladder behind the fence, leaning forward to look through the pair of binoculars he held.

He squinted his eyes as he looked, but he saw nothing. About an hour ago, she'd entered into the hotel and had since not returned. Something was going on.

He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket at once and began to place a call. The line rang twice before someone answered.

"Hello," The horse voice on the other line said, almost whispering.

"Edmund is here, sir," The man said, "And so is Emily Peterson, Gary Peterson's daughter. Earlier, she'd also been at the office with Edmund. Do you think that's a coincidence?"

He heard a quick jolt on the line.

"I'm afraid not," The hoarse voice responded. "Coincidences like this are not common."

The man nodded in affirmation.

"What should I do? Should I take the hit?"

"No!" The man on the other side of the line said hurriedly, "Keep an eye