Deadly Target chapter 7

18 July 2019
Sophia woke up early. Not because she set the alarm. But because she was awakened by a message sent by her daughter. She did not feel well asleep, was not fully awake. Most importantly, her daughter and Leon successfully returned to Vilnius.
Lying in a big bed, a tall, dark wood bell stared at the clock as the phone rang. Initially deciding not to respond, she turned to the side of the window whitewashed with curtains. The phone fell silent, but after a moment it rang again. Leaning on her back, she grabbed the mobile. Without a glance, who was calling answered.
"I'm listening."
"Good morning, Mrs. Sophia."
The voice seemed familiar.
"I'm sorry if I woke up," the voice on the other side of the cord spoke again. "Here the Commissioner."
She sat down suddenly.
"No, I was already awake," she replied. "What are you calling for?"
The Commissioner announced in a second's silence that will already be handed over to her with her daughter Nautar's remains as their only close relatives. A moment's silence she sighed and asked the remains of an ex-spouse to transfer to Vilnius Funeral Home on the Sietyno street, on Karoliniškės. They are located in a quiet area surrounded by nature. She once buried her adoptive parents there. Having said that she would cover all the costs later, interrupted the conversation.
She crawled out of bed. Now the task of organizing his funeral was waiting. Before having a shower, she called to funeral home. They agreed to receive the remains and to immediately prepare them for burial. She added that he would choose the casket at his own discretion.
After taking a shower, she received a call from her daughter. She wanted to come with Leon to have breakfast together while she disagreed with saying that her father's remains will be given away and she will go to manage the documents with which she will be able to bury it without any hassle.
"Wait." Sophia said suddenly to the daughter because she remembered something. "The Commissioner Philip Rejevičius spoke to me yesterday."
"Didn't the same one investigate the murder of Nerita's husband here?"
"Same," she confirmed to her daughter. "He wanted to talk with you. So I gave him Leon's address and home phone number.
"Got it." The response came from the other end. "Well, I'm not going to look for him myself. He'll find ourselves."
Both said goodbye. Sofia turned off her phone. She stepped into the kitchen to make breakfast. Before that coffee first splashed.

It don't care if others die in this way. It is a pity to sacrifice the innocent. It doesn't matter that the man's funeral will take place later. Tomorrow, July 19th he must to die. Well, what if others die, whatever. The purpose justifies the means.