This guy was cocky.
Leaving all his windows uncovered like he had nothing to hide.
I could just end this right here, right now.
Well, I could have if I’d had my rifle on me.
Now was the time to come up with a plan.
I felt it in my gut that this was the place. This would be where I took him down.
I didn’t doubt he’d end up back here at some point, he seemed way too comfortable as he stood right behind the desk. Like he was meant to be there. Like it was his.
Something startled both the men and a moment later I lost sight of them.
From the side I was on, I didn’t regain visual again and I wondered if they were headed out.
There was a plan forming in my head as I scoped out the rooftop, the angles and vantage points mapping themselves out in my head. I just had to make sure I could get back up here.
I’d hold onto the key card for now and hope like hell they wouldn’t somehow lock it out of the system or whatever it was they did. I’d only need it to stay active another day or two. At least that was what I was praying. I was ready to get this thing over with.
Then again, praying never got me very far, and I wasn’t one to go in without a backup plan.
Spotting the emergency stairwell on the backside of the elevator, I knew just what to do. I pulled out my knife and a couple of paper clips. I always kept those things on me. A quick, smooth jerk of my blade and the alarm for the door was cut. As for the paper clips, I opened them up and used them to block the latch hole. I tested the door a few times for good measure. Yep, looking at it, you’d never know anything was off.
I headed down the stairs, scoping for cameras.
There were a few but the angles were so I could slip by and only have my back seen. Good enough for me. There was a chance that no one would even notice. Most of the time, they didn’t keep an eye on this part of the building unless something came up later. And by the time they looked at the recorded feed, I’d be gone.
I let him be for the night, knowing that by the time I made it back to my car he’d probably be long gone.
With any luck, he’d be back soon.
And I’d be fucking ready this time.
Interview
Part 5
“You said that you don’t know what happened?”
“No, I didn’t see anything. He was standing there and then he hit me, that was the last thing I remember before I passed out.”
“You are aware that we found you with a gun in your hand?”
“Yes, but I didn’t shoot him.”
“Then how did he end up dead… with a bullet hole through his skull?”
-11-
Jessica
Play the part.
I kept repeating that to myself over and over in my head. Like, seriously, it was the only thing I could think at this point.
I was scared out of my mind because I was starting to think that I might have met my match. There was no escape for me. Not that I could see. The longer I waited for Ray to get home, the more the walls started to close in on me.
