I put my phone away, not waiting for a response. A tear leaked out of my left eye, and I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from crying and sobbing. She was going to be ok, at least. I could live with that, right?
I needed this all to be over. He just couldn’t go walking around hiring hit men to kill off people I care about… I stood up straight, removed my hand from my mouth, and wiped that tear away. There would be time for sadness after he was incarcerated for all the crimes he committed. I walked over to where the man was sitting, and I picked up my gun.
“Who are you?” I asked, my tone of voice as deadly as I could make it. My finger rested on the trigger and longed to pull it. I wanted this guy to pay more than anything… except for my uncle to pay. That was the only thing I wanted more.
“I told you, Hayley, that I won’t tell you who I am. Figure it out,” he said.
“Maybe you should spend time in jail.”
“And you think I don’t know how to get out?” he asked, completely at ease with my gun pointed at his face.
“Look, I don’t know who you are. I honestly don’t care, either. I only want my uncle. Tell me where he is, and you won’t do any jail time. I can make that sort of thing happen, and trust me, federal prisons? Way worse than just Sing-Sing. You’ll be heavily guarded, ‘round the clock security, solitary confinement… doesn’t really make it sound fun, does it?” I threatened.
He shrugged, pretty much showing no hint of feeling threatened. “Girlie, you think I haven’t been in a situation like this before? Whatever you threaten, I won’t buy it.”
“Fine. Don’t tell me who you are.” Out of rage, I kicked his shot calf, causing him to let loose a gasp of pain. “But I’ll find a way.” I turned around, leaving him alone, probably causing his leg to bleed again. I left the man there, and walked out to Alec.
“He’s still not talking?” he asked me.
I shook my head sadly. “I’m dead in the water. Alec, what am I supposed to do? I’ve tried everything to get this guy to talk, and he won’t. When Hans gets here, I’ll just have him take this guy to a prison. Book him as John Doe, seeing as he won’t give me his name.”
I sighed and sat down on the couch. My lip trembled. Why was my uncle hiding from me now? He couldn’t think I was dead. He’d sent a hit man to send me a message.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to drift off into sleep. I’d been so tired since my fake car accident. Especially today, though, because I’d never run so hard in my whole life to catch a person.
I heard hushed voices when I woke up. It sounded like Alec was talking to our hit man, and that confused me…
“Just give her the information she wants,” Alec said, sounding angry.
“You can try all you want to, but Hayley Williams is actually more intimidating than you are. She tried, she failed. You’re not going to do much better,” that guy said so casually, I wanted to run in there and punch his face.
“Fine. Hans, take this guy away.”
Hans was here? I sat up, still trying not to make much noise, and softly stood up, thankful for my black socks. My feet touched the ground, not making a sound. Quietly, I stood up and walked over.
I only heard Hans saying, “Get up.”
After that, I just walked, not even carefully. “Hello?” I said.
Hans emerged with our guy in cuffs. “Glad you could rest up, Williams. You woke up just in time to see him departure.”
I glared at the man in custody. “Last chance,” I paused, staring deeply into his eyes. He flinched, and I took my opening. “Before prison,” I finished, turning around.
One heartbeat… two heartbeats… three heartbeats. “Fine!”
I turned back around. “Oh, now you want to talk. It’s too late,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Maybe I already found a way to get the information my self…” I trailed off, still staring in the distance.
Hans and Alec were dead silent. “Please,” he said.
I turned around, actually questioning whether or not to ask him again. Something told me he gave in a little too soon, too easily… whatever he said, it was going to be a waste of time.
“Fine, tell me,” I said, walking back to the couch. “Let him sit down,” I said to Hans.
“He’s definitely closer than you think, Williams,” he said, seemingly repulsed by my name. “Maybe even… right next door.”
Whatever he was going to say, I thought I’d be prepared, but for that? No, I wasn’t. “What?” I asked, which was pretty un-professional of me, but at the moment, it didn’t matter.
“Oh, not to you. But…”
My heart pounded. I tried to calm it down by thinking: this is just to mess with me.
“He’s Taylor’s neighbor now. But you won’t find him at the apartment.”
“Why?” I asked, recovering from my shock.
“He knows I’m captured, idiot. I don’t want to go to jail for that guy. Anyway, if you want to find him, trail your… friends.”
The way he had said it, it sounded almost as if one of my friends were working with my uncle. The news caught me off guard, and my mask of composure wavered. Why was it my dad could always find my weaknesses?
A thought occurred to me: everyone has a weakness. Up until that moment of sitting on that couch talking to a hit man who shot my best friend, I had thought I’d taken care of my weaknesses. Turns out… Audrey was right. I was burying them, but not helping.
My lip trembled. Could that mean I could trust my heart? Could that mean… that maybe I could love again? That thought scared me more than standing unarmed in front of my uncle.
I was snapped from my reverie when our John Doe stood up from our couch. Hans walked him out the door, and the room fell quiet. The clock on the wall read midnight, and the soft ticking began to annoy me.
It was too quiet. The feeling in the air was creepy and eerie, and didn’t feel right.
In thought, I pursed my lips and glanced back at the clock. “Alec, kiss me,” I said, just wanting to let loose tension and stress.
“What?” he sounded so shocked, a smile broke across my face and a laugh fell from my lips. “Are you like… drunk?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course not.” I walked over to him and grabbed his arm. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
And he did. It felt different than I thought it would. I felt some kind of spark… but that was impossible. I loved Taylor, didn’t I? This was just something to do…
I lost track of thought as he picked me up and took me to the bedroom.
At least Stephanie's ok, right? So how do you feel about this new relationship...? xD Oh, and did anyone notice a similarity to another crime show (not Castle)? It was an accident, but if anyone catches it, I'll give them a special surprise or something in the story. So try to figure it out!!
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