“To what end are these killings?” he asked again.
Mike slapped him on the shoulder gently and simply replied, “We will soon catch this killer buddy… I can feel how close we are and we’d get our break soon”.
Picking a copy of the printed facts the coroner had left on the table for them, Mike walked out immediately while Sarah lingered her gaze on his back and waited for him to exit the doors before turning to Jake.
“I was wondering if you’d be free for tonight”, she whispered before reaching for a printed copy too.
Jake remained motionless and speechless momentarily. She was definitely asking for another night with him and he had to weigh things through properly.
“I have plans for tonight… sorry”, he simply answered and walked right out.
He would rather keep his distance for a while and watch how things unfold. The woman was dangerous and he could feel it in every inch of his bones; she remained an enigma he could not yet decipher.
Chapter Eleven
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heltered in the darkness and making sure he arrived home just an hour into midnight, Jake remained in the backseat of the cab he had hired and looked around for any suspicious signs of the van he knew for certain now that it was tailing him. Spending about two minutes while the cab driver had been instructed to have his car running, he paid up and exited the vehicle cautiously.
The street was silent, just as it ought to be and in the shed of darkness, he crossed over to the other side of the road and headed right for the backdoor immediately. Heart racing and his pulse following suit, he unlocked the backdoor, took out his gun from his pants and held it firmly with his dominant hand while navigating through the darkness with his right.
“Everything looks cool”, he thought as he managed his way through the kitchen and stopped just at the hallway leading to the living room.
He had almost tripped had he ventured forward a few inches without looking at his feet. It was thin and almost unnoticeable too but the moonlight did good by shining brightly in his direction, granting him the opportunity to take note of the trip wire obviously set in place by whoever had been in his house or was still currently in it.
Jake opted to believe in the latter and slowly took to his safety while he crossed over the trip wire carefully.
“Shit!” he mumbled upon hearing the clicking sound of what he knew to be another trip wire placed just a few inches from the one he had seen.
It was a trap laid in another trap and he couldn’t have seen that coming. There was still no action in the room thankfully and the trip wire had only resulted in a vase falling to the ground, but it meant there was someone alert to his presence now and he had to be too.
“I wouldn’t move any further if I were you”, the cold confident and definitely disturbing voice spoke from the shadows.
Jake remained motionless and tried to pinpoint where the voice had come from. “You are in my house… you shouldn’t be making demands”.
A shot got fired immediately, showing him just where the perpetrator was hiding which was close to the front door as the bullet ripped into the wooden floor just between his legs.
Jake fired back in the direction and heard the man move out of the way faster than normal. He lurked around the darkness, peeling his ears keenly to the sound of any movement but by the time he would realize the perpetrator had circled around, he had the nozzle of a gun pointed at his temple and the man disarming him immediately.
“I really need to get myself another apartment”, Jake sighed.
“Yes you should”, the now distinctive voice replied. “Considering your house is so fucking easy to break into”.
Jake didn’t seem to care about the gun pointed at his head anymore as he turned around with a bewildered look sheltered by the darkness.
“Sean!?” he sounded surprised and somewhat angry.
The lights came on and Sean was standing by the switch with his gun in hand and a wry smile across his face. He flipped back the safety into place and tucked it away behind his back before walking over to the kitchen cabinet to get himself cereal.
“Wait a minute!” Jake raged after him. “Why are you in my house?”
Whilst trying to sound as confident as possible, he still could not help but wonder if Sean had been the one messing with him over the past week. It would definitely mean some serious trouble if that was the case, considering the man had some serious affiliation with the CIA.
“What kind of grown ass man stores up all these bullshit cereals meant for little kids?” Sean asked with his arms up while he poured himself some into a small bowl.
Handing the milk and taking a gentle sniff off of it to ensure it wasn’t spoilt, he made the mix and helped himself to a spoon before returning to the living room. Jake followed him around looking infuriated and still short on what actions to take or what words to use.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve been having people breaking into your house”, Sean said with a mouth full. “Your security is lame and even worse than Luke’s”.
With a raised brow, Jake asked, ‘You broke into the Captain’s house?”
Sean simply nodded and pushed away the remaining bowl of cereal before resting into the couch and crossing his legs over one another.
“I found out your sweet tooth Captain was tapping my wife”, he casually explained. “The son of a bitch was giving her the sweetness and it just creams my corn that whoever got to him got to him before I could”.
Unperturbed by whatever business the Captain had with the murdered lady, it still brought him some interest as he drew closer to the somewhat vigilant Sean whose eyes darted around
