' Remember me' a voice said, it was a man. He was short and dressed all in black, black jeans,a black leather jacket and a black baseball cap. He tipped the cap up to reveal a pair of black sunglass. Then he reached for the glasses and pulled them off reveling two bullet- hole black eyes and a knife scar on his left eye. The middle aged man stiffened as he swallowed hard. 'What are you doing in my house ' his said in a frightened voice. 'That's not the right question Mr. Anderson ' He said in a hoarse voice as he looked a sharp look at him before sitting comfortably on the coach. ' I don't...' Mr. Anderson stammered but was interrupted. ' I know your shocked and your wondering how I escaped death, Right?' He asked as he walked over to the mini bar to get himself a drink but he stopped halfway to observe the house. ' The house is really beautiful and expensive. You did a good work in taking over his properties ' he complemented. ' Answer
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