Officer Billings was Officer Charles Billings. The same skumbag Gretta had stabbed back in the day and he had a vendetta against her ever since.
"She tried to kill me when we were kids, why would she have changed? Hell, look what she did to you!" Charles justified his report with ease.
"Maybe if you weren't trying to rape her in the forest, she wouldn't have felt it necessary to try and protect herself." Hans loathed this guy. Why, out of the entire precinct, was he the one who had been dispatched to Hans’ apartment to handle this call?They had both been searching for Sage, err, Gretta for all these years with two separate missions in mind.
Charles let out a guttural sigh, "You know damn well that isn't what happened. Shewantedit and didn't want to have to feel guilty for betraying you. I don't know why you are still so far up her ass after all these years. Especially after all she put you and Marco through. You're just as sick as she is."
Hans refrained from punching Charles between the eyes. Barely. "Maybe." He shrugged. "The best of us are." Hans winked at Charles watching him to see how far in the back of his head he could roll his eyes.
"This isn't fucking Wonderland, freak." Charles' aggressiveness was starting to show.
"I think you have all the information you need for tonight, why don't I call you if there's anything else?" They were walking toward the door when Charles paused with an inquisitive look on his face.
This is gonna be good, Hans thought.
"What about Marco?" Charles hesitated.
Hans let out a sigh, "He didn't make it man," he paused, watching the look on Officer Billings' face go from annoyed to amused.
"So she killed him, huh?"
"You'd like that to be the case, I'm sure." Hans couldn't understand why he continued to defend Sage, for all he knew shehadkilled him and then lied to him about it. All Hans could think about was sleeping in his comfy bed.
"Then what happened?" Charles reached up, pulling his glasses from the top of his head, and placed them on his face. Hans found it interesting that Charles hadn't used his glasses forany of the other notes which told him that he really wanted to make sure he didn't miss a single detail this time.
"Marco had a medical emergency. Sage rushed him to a hospital but he passed away before he was able to be seen." Hans paused to read Charles' reaction.
Charles squinted at Hans while stroking his chin. "What kind of medical emergency?"
Hans couldn't help himself. "Erectile dysfunction." Charles let Hans' stupid remark go right over his head.
"Okay, so," Charles paused, "he went into a diabetic coma and you two idiots couldn't call anyone because you didn't have your...phones? Is that what actually happened?"
"If you knew he was a diabetic, then why did you-"
"Cut the crap Hans, I don't believe for one minute that is how or why he died."
“You can look, but I don’t think you’re going to find anything.” Hans was exhausted over the back and forth and just wanted to relax a bit before going to bed. “It’s getting late, I think you’ve gotten everything you came for?”
“Fine, whatever.” Charles sauntered back toward the door."I'm going to find out the truth about what happened and that little slut of yours is going to pay." He slammed the door behind him. Hans looked out the window and watched Charles rushing down the stairs in a hurry to get into his car and drive off.
Hans bellowed a loud growl. “Why the fuck do I care so much?”
She wasn’t Gretta.
It was all starting to click and Hans was finally getting closer to being able to mourn the loss of his best friend.
Gretta was gone and her body had been sacrificed to the devil herself.
She needed to be stopped.
Chapter Four
Honey, I'm Home
Sage had no idea where she was going, but the darkness continued to treat her like a dessert; devouring her whole. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stop anywhere without raising suspicion until she found somewhere to shower. In her current state - covered in Troy’s blood - she was bound to raise questions. Sage lost herself in thought, brainstorming ideas just to convince herself why each of them in turn would fail her.
It wasn’t until she started drifting toward the ditch that she was able to regain control of her mind. Jerking the steering wheel she overcorrected, sending the car into the other lane. Sage was thankful that there were no other cars on the road or her story could have been cut short.
