Liza left shortly after that and I headed to bed. Nights where I don’t have homework or teenagers to kill are sparse and few. I woke up the next morning feeling more refreshed than I had in a long time. I showered and dressed for work, singing along with the radio in the kitchen. As I was walking out the front door, I tripped on a bag. It was an ordinary grocery brown bag. Written across it was my name. Bending over, I picked it up. A note from Lisa was attached to it.
Sorry I freaked. Guess I can see why you didn’t tell me. I think this will make up for it now. Besides, I’m a part of this now. We’ll be sharing a jail cell if anyone tells ;)
Opening the bag, I saw a pile of black clothing. Going back into my apartment, I pulled the pile out. On top was a mask. It was made out of a light lacy black material and was made to tie around the back of your head. The design was supposed to be flowers and vines that ran across your face. Under the mask, there was a black shirt. Pulling it out and holding it up, I noticed it was only supposed to go under my bust. It was to tie there. The sleeves were long and ended with glove-like ends made out of the same material as the mask. I don’t know about that one. Lastly, there was a skirt at the bottom of the bag and a pair was black boots. The skirt resembled something I saw in an anime movie once. It was short but not too short. She does know me somewhat. Putting it all back in the bag, I shoved it in the hiding place with my backpack and left for work.
Liza nearly attacked me when I walked in. “Did you get it?” she asked as I sat down. Smiling, I nodded.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“The material is made from a special fabric that can’t be stained by anything. Not even blood.” She hinted. Well, now I wouldn’t have to burn all my clothes after a hit.
“Oh yeah? Can’t wait to try it out.” Cory walked in, smiling at me. I returned the smile, receiving a look from Liza. She thought that the added bonus of him being the good guy and me the bad guy made it the most romantic story she had ever heard. Standing, I walked over to him.
“Hey. Haven’t seen you in a while.” I said. He nodded as he motioned me into the hallway.
“Yeah I know. I’ve been going to all the victims’ houses to interview the families again. Rough town I tell ya. Anything new?” I shook my head.
“Not really. What is this about a blonde hair?” He groaned.
“The stupid CSI team found a hair. Turned out to be the maid’s. Things like this make me want to give up.” He shook his head.
“Well at least you have a couple days, right? According to her pattern?”
“Yeah. I wish she would just fuck up already. There is no way there is a person out there so neat, tidy and organized enough to commit over 30 murders and not leave one clue.”
“Oh please. The Zodiac killer? And he was much worse.” He shrugged.
“I don’t think our killer is that talented.”
“I think you underestimate her, Cory. Look at what she has done already. You never know what she’s possible of.” He stopped and looked at me.
“You sound more like a fan these days, Abby. You can’t be a fan.”
“I’m not. I’m just saying that she has managed to do a lot so far. Who knows?” He shook his head.
“Unbelievable. Get back to work.” He snapped.
“Excuse me? I work with you, not FOR you.” I snapped back.
“An agent isn’t supposed to favor the criminal.” He stated.
“I’m not an agent, remember? And I am sorry that you feel stupid because a woman is outsmarting you over and over again. Maybe you should take a look at yourself and your ego before you ask me for help again.” Turning, I stormed back into the office. Liza looked up at me.
“He’s a jackass. That’s what happened.” I slumped back into my chair.
“What did you really expect, Abby?” Sam asked as he drove toward our next target’s apartment complex. I shrugged.
“I don’t know. I mean it’s not like I wanted to be with the guy. It’s just I thought he was beginning to understand it. I guess not, huh?”
“Typical man.” Sam said, smiling at me. I laughed. Pulling up in front of Frontier Heights, he stopped. Reaching into the glove box, he pulled a small handgun out. “This has six shots in it. I know you don’t want to use to it but that’s part of the deal. In and out. Even faster this time, kiddo. If anything goes south, call me then get the fuck out.”
“Yeah yeah.” I said, pulling my hoodie off. He looked at me weird. “What?”
“Are we murderers or strippers?” he asked, laughing at the outfit Liza made me. I slapped his arm before pulling the mask. Liza had even curled my hair beforehand. She acted as if this was a dance not a brutal murder. But she was involved now, and I felt like she could have a part in it. I didn’t tell Sam yet that Lisa knew. He’d freak out on me. The last thing I needed was for him to ditch and snitch. I put the gun in my bag before throwing it over my shoulder. “Twenty minutes.” He called as I climbed out. I waved as I walked toward the back of the building.
The building was a huge brown thing with a fire escape crawling up the back of it. I made my way up to the tenth floor where Regina Horace was sound asleep in her bed. She was a singer who was known worldwide for abusing her children. It’s even made fun of on that stupid cartoon on FOX every week. I pulled the window open quietly and stepped in. She didn’t move. Turning, I saw little Apple Horace asleep in his crib. He was only two months old. There was a large bruise on the back of his head. I glared at his mother. This is why I do this.
Walking over, I bounded her hands and feet before she even awoke. Shoving my gag in her mouth, I smiled as her eyes bulged, looking up at me. Like the others, she tried to scream. She tried to struggle. She was a little bit less active than the other ones. Probably high or something like that. I quickly went to work, carving a cartoon image of a pig being slaughtered by her own piglets. The blood made it all so vivid. She was dead before I even finished. Standing back, I looked down at her. My anger had released this time. That hadn’t happened since the first night I killed someone. I try to suppress it because crimes of passion are the easiest to trace. I looked around, making sure I didn’t do anything foolish. Packing my tools up, I scooped up Apple and climbed out of the window again. He was still asleep by the time I reached the truck.
“Good job, kid. 10 minutes. New record.”
“Thanks. Do you have a blanket in here? I forgot to grab his.” Sam shook his head. “Alright. I’m gonna run back to grab it quick. It’ll only be a minute.” I sprinted back to the fire escape and up again. Opening the window like before, I entered, grabbing the baby blanket from the crib. As I put my foot out the window again, the bedroom door opened, and Cory ran in.
Time stood still as we locked eyes. My grip on the blanket was so tight it hurt. Neither one of us moved. We just stared at each other for a long time. Voices behind him made me look up. More police were coming down the hall. I could see the beams of their flashlight dancing on the walls. I climbed out the window again and raced down the fire escape, him on my tail.
“WAIT!” He called out after me. Our footsteps thundered on the metal fire escape as we ran.
When my feet hit the pavement, I made a sprint toward the opposite direction of the truck. He was still up on the fire escape, trying to quickly make it down them. Bounding around the corner, I pulled my cell out and dialed Sam’s number. He answered on the first ring. “What’s up?” He asked.
“Cops. Go to the meeting spot. I’ll meet you there.” I hung up as I heard Cory’s feet behind me. I quickly dove into a dumpster and listened as he ran by. As soon as his footsteps faded away, I climbed out and made a mad dash for the empty parking lot three blocks away. I moved in the shadows, avoiding police officers and cruisers that drove by me.
I was nearly dying as I made it to Sam’s truck in the parking lot. Climbing into the cab, I could feel my heart pounding loudly. Wrapping the blanket around Apple, I looked around the lot. A jeep was parked about ten feet away. That was the family waiting for Apple. Looking around again, I climbed out and jogged over to the jeep. A man appeared. I practically tossed Apple into his arms. “Get him to a hospital out of state as soon as possible. He has a lot of bruising. Please take care of him. He deserves it.”
“We will. Thank you, Savior.” He climbed back into the jeep. I watched as they pulled away. Sam drove over to me. Getting in, I basically collapsed onto the seat.
“What the fuck happened?” he asked, driving towards my place.
“Cory walked in as I was leaving. He saw me.”