Heather and Isabel were sitting at the dapur table, having a cup of coffee. Heather had insisted on wanting to know why exactly Isabel had been fired from the police department.
Isabel was about to reproach her cousin for her way of making money when the loceng rang.
“I’ll get it” Heather berkata fast, glad she wouldn’t have to comment. She walked to the door and was slightly surprised to see Cas in the doorway.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure” Heather berkata and she stepped aside. She walked him to the kitchen. “Do anda want some coffee?”
“No” Cas replied, looking straight at Isabel, who got a strange vibe.
“Eh, Heather, I have to go” she berkata slowly, getting up from her chair. She started walking when Cas saw something shining from underneath her jacket. He raced to the drawer and pulled out a knife. He grabbed Heather’s arm and pulled her to him.
“Inspector Roberts!” he shouted.
Isabel turned around and swallowed; Cas was holding the pisau against Heather’s throat.
“Give me your gun” he ordered shaking.
Isabel slowly conjured her weapon and gave it to Cas. He threw the pisau in the sink and held the gun against Heather’s head.
“Sit down” he ordered.
Heather sank down on her chair.
“You too” Cas snapped to Isabel, who did the same. He turned to Heather. “Where’s your stuff?” he asked agitated.
“What?” Heather asked uncomprehending.
“The drugs anda gave me. Where is it?” he snapped, waving with the gun.
“It’s gone. I got rid of it” Heather answered scared.
“You’re lying” Cas dikomen and he walked to Isabel. He aimed the gun at her. “Where is it?” he asked threatening.
“What do anda want it for? Don’t anda remember what happened the last time? You’re going to kill yourself” Heather tried to reason with him.
“It’s my body!” Cas exclaimed defensive. “I can do with it whatever I want. Now, where is it?”
Heather, who had tears in her eyes, looked from Isabel to Cas. “It’s in my bedroom”
Cas left the women alone and rushed to Heather’s bedroom.
Isabel was about to reproach her cousin for her way of making money when the loceng rang.
“I’ll get it” Heather berkata fast, glad she wouldn’t have to comment. She walked to the door and was slightly surprised to see Cas in the doorway.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure” Heather berkata and she stepped aside. She walked him to the kitchen. “Do anda want some coffee?”
“No” Cas replied, looking straight at Isabel, who got a strange vibe.
“Eh, Heather, I have to go” she berkata slowly, getting up from her chair. She started walking when Cas saw something shining from underneath her jacket. He raced to the drawer and pulled out a knife. He grabbed Heather’s arm and pulled her to him.
“Inspector Roberts!” he shouted.
Isabel turned around and swallowed; Cas was holding the pisau against Heather’s throat.
“Give me your gun” he ordered shaking.
Isabel slowly conjured her weapon and gave it to Cas. He threw the pisau in the sink and held the gun against Heather’s head.
“Sit down” he ordered.
Heather sank down on her chair.
“You too” Cas snapped to Isabel, who did the same. He turned to Heather. “Where’s your stuff?” he asked agitated.
“What?” Heather asked uncomprehending.
“The drugs anda gave me. Where is it?” he snapped, waving with the gun.
“It’s gone. I got rid of it” Heather answered scared.
“You’re lying” Cas dikomen and he walked to Isabel. He aimed the gun at her. “Where is it?” he asked threatening.
“What do anda want it for? Don’t anda remember what happened the last time? You’re going to kill yourself” Heather tried to reason with him.
“It’s my body!” Cas exclaimed defensive. “I can do with it whatever I want. Now, where is it?”
Heather, who had tears in her eyes, looked from Isabel to Cas. “It’s in my bedroom”
Cas left the women alone and rushed to Heather’s bedroom.
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one sejak one.
He leaned against the cold, marble dinding and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one sejak one.
He leaned against the cold, marble dinding and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Gerard got utama from his work. He hung his kot on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, Penulisan something.
“Eh, what are anda doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m Penulisan a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a saat later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are anda doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m Penulisan a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a saat later she heard a snap.