"Where to go...." he thought to himself. The girl knew too much! What else was he supossed to do? Let her run to the police? "There." he thought, stopping in front of a swift currented river. "Goodnight...and sweet dreams..." he said to the girl's lifeless corpe. He let the girls body float down, slowly sinking. Suddenly his phone began to ring, shattering the silence.
"Hello?" He asked, quietly and calmly.
"Roy! Where are you?" It was Gene. AGAIN. When will he learn to leave me alone?! Roy thought groaning quietly.
"First of all, I was taking care of some....business...."He said, getting redy to hang up," Is THAT so hard to realize?!!!" He shouted, slamming the phone shut. "I swear to God, he is going to drive me to insanity one of these days...." he grumbled to himself. He looked at the time, and in bold blue numbers it said: 12:45 A.M.
The next morning was not much better; the news was covering the girl's starnge disappearance. Roy sat with a cup of coffee, mindlessly sipping it and watching the TV with a groggy look on his face. "...With Hayley Karson's disappearance, no one has any idea where she is at, and she is not answering her cell phone." Thank you for stating the obvious!!
Roy sighed,looking over at the girl's cell phone,"Why don't they get it? The murderer is going to take out the SIM card..." He murmured, taking a drink of the coffee,"Ooh....hot coffee, hot coffee." Once again, his phone began to ring. "What is it?" He grumbled.
"Roy, do you know anything, and I mean anything, about the girl on the news?" It was Roy's boss, Norman.
Roy chuckled quietly,"Norman, she knew way too much, and enough to put you out of business, and me in the hot seat. Meaning, I being in Death Row." He said, reasonably.
Norman growled," I don't give a damn. Did you KILL the goddamn girl?!" He shouted.
"Yes. I DID kill the girl. To save both our ****ing asses!" Roy shouted back, hanging up. Roy grumbled to himself, "Cocky little incolent bastard....." he threw the empty mug at the window, shattering both. A single picture hung on the wall. A family of three. Roy, his wife, Kate, and their son, Sajin. Norman had took Roy's family twenty months ago, on Sajin's 9th birthday, and several days before Roy's and Kate's anniversary. But it didn't matter to Norman, he wanted a cold hunter, and he was about to get one.
(Leaving of here.
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I am going to go type somemore. 'D
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