You sure can tell a story. I’m surprised you’re going to school for computers and not a literary major. The story you weaved for the police is just that, a story. We know the truth, as I think you do. Why don’t we discuss what the truth would mean if it was told to the proper authorities?
Stop by the set today. We’ve moved.
On the backside were directions to the new location. They were on the backside of the woods that lead to the Church. How did they get approved for that? The police in this town were shit, but they couldn’t be that bad at their jobs.They probably hadn’t gotten permission and were simply sneaking around.
“I hate to dine and dash, but I have a meeting for school. I just got an email. It’s online, but all my stuff is at the hotel,” I said to Eisley as I entered her bedroom.
“Thank you for coming all this way. I know it was a pain with school and all.”
“I’m making it work.”Taking one last look at her beautiful frame in a towel, I stalked to the bathroom to shower and take my leave.When I came down the stairs, she was sweeping her kitchen.
“Someone broke in the other night and tossed all my tea everywhere.” She sighed. “I keep sweeping, but I think I’ll need to mop. The floor is sticky.”
“Someone broke in? And you didn’t mention it?”
“Well, no. Everything seemed fine,” she said sheepishly.
“Fine?” I reached for her chin. “Eisley, someone broke into your house. Three of your friends are dead. You think that’s fine?”
“You said it was Emi that killed them. Do you not think so anymore?” Her eyes filled with dread, and I saw an opportunity.
“I do, but she’s obviously not the one that broke in and trashed your kitchen. Don’t you have cameras?”
She looked up to the one in the corner. “I totally forgot.”
Having already deleted the video of me coming in after Therese, I had no problem pulling up her cameras and letting her take the lead.
“Oh my god. It was Therese.” Eisley handed me her tablet and I stared down at the video playing of her friend trashing her kitchen looking… giddy.
“Why would she do it, you think?” I handed it back to her.
“I have no idea. I thought we were on good terms. How did she get in?”
Having just dropped a grenade, I was more than happy to take off and leave her with a million questions. Constantine will be pissed, but it made me feel slightly better. Let the trash take itself out. She’d be less sad when I killed her.
“I have to go, Eisley.”
She followed me to the door, asking when she’d see me again.
“I’m not sure. I’ll call when I can. I have to catch up on school and make some calls to see how long I can stay.”
“Are you going to get kicked out?” she whispered, as if scared for the fallout. “I don’t want to ruin your life, just because I was stupid and scared.”
“I’m glad you called me. Don’t ever hesitate to call me when you’re scared.” I pulled her into my arms and inhaled the smell of her perfume. So uniquely hers. The smell invaded my dreams at night and my musings during the day.
“What if you’re back at school?”
“Then call Constantine.”
Rule 60 - Kansas
If someone starts to monologue, get out now.
Iglared at every person along the way on the set. I had the letter in my hand and tossed it in the stupid fuck’s face the moment he stood up.
“Well, hello Kansas. It’s nice to see you again.” Dave, the director, extended his hand, but I didn’t take it. “Our fine film has had some twists, but we’re still going strong.”
“Film?” I scoffed. “This is all bullshit. All your actors are dead. What kind of movie is that?”
