Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

ANGEL AND THE ASSASSIN 3:
    SINS OF THE FATHER

    Fyn Alexander

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    Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father
    Copyright © January 2012 by Fyn Alexander
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    Chapter One
    Liverpool, England
    “Isn’t this the best Christmas day ever? And wasn’t that the best Christmas
    dinner?” Angel said.
    Ruffling his boy’s light blond hair, Kael said, “You sound like Tiny Tim. And you
    said that last year.”
    With care Angel tucked glasses into the top rack of the dishwasher. “Yes, and this
    year is even better. I can’t wait for next year.”
    Placing a couple of plates carefully in the dishwasher, Kael reached for another.
    “Daddy, you don’t have to do dishes. That’s my job.” Angel looked up at him, his
    beautiful gray eyes bright with happiness.
    Angel and Sharon had cooked their Christmas dinner while Kael wandered about
    trying to make himself useful, and they had done themselves proud. Even the sprouts,
    which Kael normally hated, were good. Angel had made them to a special recipe with
    chestnuts and a wine sauce. Sharon had looked tired after the meal was eaten, and
    Angel ordered her to sit with her feet up, insisting he would take care of everything.
    Kael leaned his buttocks against the counter and crossed his arms. “So do you like
    your presents?” It was a stupid question. When Angel had opened his gifts that
    morning and had seen the latest Xbox, he had stared at it in disbelief and pure joy.
    “Are you kidding? I love my presents. I still can’t believe you got me an Xbox.”
    “I knew how much you wanted it. And you’ve been working so hard in school
    and at the firing range and all the other things I expect of you. You deserve a treat, but
    when we’re home, you make sure everything else is in order before you play with it.”
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    “Yes, Sir. I’ll consider it off-limits unless I have nothing else to do.”
    “Good boy. But I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Kael lifted the stylish, heart-
    shaped gold pendant on the short gold chain hanging around his neck. He never wore
    jewelry, especially not necklaces, though this one was masculine despite being a heart.
    He had been both surprised and touched when he opened the beribboned gold box.
    “How did you afford this?” The only money Angel had was his monthly allowance
    from Kael, and he could not have saved that much. It was an expensive necklace.
    Angel put the last plate in the dishwasher and tossed in a soap cube. “I sold the
    Rolex watch my mom gave me.” The boy hadn’t mentioned his mum in months, and he
    had never worn the watch. “When she didn’t get in touch with me on my birthday or
    even send me a card, I guessed I probably wouldn’t see her again for a long time. I
    never liked that watch anyway, and I