𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ~ 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣' 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚

"Randy, psst, hey Randy!" She whispered urgently. "Get over here!" She stood next to the bathroom at the coffeeshop, she was currently waving Randy over, asking him to come and join her by the men's door. He glanced left and right to make sure that no one had heard. Once he made sure that the coast was clear, he abandoned his post and walked over to her.

"What?" He whispered. "Why'd you call me over here?" He gestured towards the men's bathroom.

She pushed the door slightly with her finger. "Because we need to talk about last night".

"What about last night? We smoked a joint and then we went our separate ways". He shrugged his shoulders, he really thought there was nothing to it.

"Yeah because you went home and I'm assuming you passed out on the couch while watching reruns of some old sitcom". She raised her eyebrow, daring him to defy her hypothesis.

He sighed. "You got me", he surrendered.

"That's what I thought", she smirked.

"So what happened last night?"

"After you dropped me off, Billy didn't come home for hours..".

He cut her off before she could continue. "What's so weird about that? The guy's shifty and secretive, if you ask me, you knew what you were getting yourself into from the get-go".

"That's not what I meant, dipshit", she rolled her eyes. "And he likes to brood, that's all. You should try it sometime; most women find that attractive".

"I'll take it into consideration", he obviously didn't mean it. "Anyways what did you mean?" He urged her to get to the point.

"Somebody smashed his bedroom window last night, threw Stu's phone inside", she explained. He seemed unfazed by all of this, she found his demeanor strange and suspicious.

"Did you ever think that it might have been Stu?" He asked as if she were an idiot for questioning something that was clear as daylight.

"I don't think it was him".

"Of course it was him, who else would it be?"

"I don't know Randy, but I really don't think it was Stu".

He laughed condescendingly. "You're kidding right?"

"No, I'm not", her voice was laced with a slight degree of anger.

"It was obviously Stu!"

"Why the hell are you trying to convince me that it was Stu?!" She almost yelled in anger.

"Because it was probably him", he reasoned. "It's the only logical explanation".

"Well did you stop to think that there's a goddamn killer on the loose, he might've done this!"

"I highly doubt it", he insisted.

"Why are you so insistent, why are you trying to point the finger at Stu?" She asked, her eyes narrowing at Randy. He did not care to admit it but she looked a bit terrifying with her glacial glare.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, trying to maintain his composure. "Because. It. Was. Probably. Him", he enunciated each word carefully.

She narrowed her eyes even further and meticulously observed his facial expression and body language. "Do you know something that I don't, Randy?" She questioned as she stepped forward like a predator stalking her prey.

"What?" His tone changed slightly; his voice sounded higher pitched. "Of course not", he shifted to some degree. "It's the only logical explanation".

She paused. "He didn't do it. Did he, Randy?" She smiled, conspiratorially.