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Comeau. He knew after Drapeau who his list would be and who should be next. Who would pay for what Shane suffered. He thought it would be difficult to get close enough to them. That it would take time and energy. Until he started building dating profiles on a whim. A woman. Obsessed with hockey- just wanted to have some fun with the MLH players. He’d seen enough of them in his days in Boston that he knew he just had to find their type. He never expected for Comeau to pick ‘Sydney’ while Montreal was in Ottawa. While they were playing against his team.
It was easy to convince him that she was new to this and wanted to keep things quiet. Private. That her coming to the hotel would be too much. At this point- Montreal was not on alert. They just thought Drapeau had had some shitty luck out in the wilderness of Canada. When the Uber dropped Comeau off at a no name hotel thirty miles outside of Ottawa and he waltzed into room 9- he had just smiled. And then promptly knocked him out as soon as the door swung closed behind him.
He’d learned from his father one important thing- leave no evidence behind. He’d picked this room, this hotel because they were remodeling- it was one of the last nights that it could be used. He also knew that their surveillance system was on the fritz tonight. He had nothing to do with the renovation schedule and everything to do with the surveillance outage. It paid off to have to dodge Russian surveillance for a good part of this life- in another life he might have even used the skills to become a hacker.
He tied Comeau up, gagged him so that he couldn’t yell when he came back to consciousness. He wanted him to know. He wanted the realization to dawn in his eyes. He’d have never caught Ilya’s ire if he had just left Shane alone. If he had not made Montreal such a fucking horrible place that he had to get out in whatever way possible. He loved having Shane in Ottawa. He hated what had driven him there.
A groan and he shifted in the chair, Comeau’s eyes slowly blinked open and then stuck open wide- staring at him. He didn’t even try to hide the smile on his face as the terror flashed across Comeau’s.
“Hello. I’m Sydney. You should know how to do photo reverse search. Then again- could not see past Shane’s sexuality and forced him out. Makes sense you are dumb.”
A muffled scream and he smiled. Comeau yanked and pulled at the binds- tried to find a way away from him- but that wouldn’t do. He grabbed the syringe and plunged it deep into his neck- eyes wide- terrified as they stared up at him.
“Shane is good person- I am not. You should have thought of that when this began.”
He sat and waited. The dose was lethal- he’d made sure to give enough to kill someone twice Comeau’s size. Simple fentanyl. Something he could acquire on any street corner- or in his case- something that he had been given for a particularly wretched injury a few years back. When he felt the pulse sputter out he calmly looked around the hotel room- made sure that Comeau would not come back to life. Then his work began.
A quick trek to the rental car, placing Comeau’s body in the passenger’s seat when no one was watching. Simple enough at 2am. Then the drive to an abandoned chemical plant in the middle of nowhere Canada. He hacked Comeau apart- placing his body piece by piece into the large cylinder- full with enough battery acid to turn his body to sludge in under a week. After he’d finished his carnage- he carefully removed his clothes and shoes, stuffing the belongings into the barrel to be eaten apart as well. As he pulled back on his own clothing he let out a sigh.
He drove back into Ottawa and completed the rental car return- it was such a shame his own car was in the shop this week and with the snow none of his sports cars were well equipped. At least that was what he had told Shane. He hopped in a taxi and headed home- even though it was mid-season, Shane had a sponsorship deal that had him flying down to New York to do a one day turn and burn. The only reason he had risked this tonight.
He let himself into their home- Anya trotted up to him in greeting. He felt bad about neglecting her, but she’d understand. This revenge that he needed was soul deep and he’d only rest once he’d completed his mission. His phone sat on the charging dock and he quickly went to check his messages. Five from Shane- which detailed his travels to New York and let him know he had arrived safely. And luckily for him, his recent bout of insomnia meant Shane didn’t question what time he saw and returned messages.
‘Glad you are safe. It’s fucking cold here without you. Can’t wait for you to be back home.’
He made his way to their bathroom and hopped in the shower to wash anything off of him he might have missed. Nothing about this could come back on Shane. Nothing about this could ever be traced back to him. If he was discovered- fine- but this was all him and that meant keeping their home clean. It meant strict vigilance with whoever he targeted next and making it clear that Shane had never known. That he was never a part of any of these plans.
He slipped into a pair of boxer briefs and took his sleep aid- tomorrow was a rare off day for them. His phone dinged and he glanced over at it- Shane. His Shane.
‘Can’t wait to be back with you either. Please be careful- Hayd just texted me that a teammate went missing in Ottawa overnight. Probably drank too much, but…’
‘I will be careful. Door is locked. Alarm is on. Anya is at guard post.’
‘Yeah. Ferocious guard dog she is. I should be home tonight- probably late. I gotta get my morning started- love you.’
‘Love you more.’
He set the phone next to their bed and let out a deep sigh. Two down- four to go.