𝘖𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.

O-Ya-Su-Mi.

Cesar knew that there was no going back after shooting Evelin. He..He knew what he was doing, but, damn, did he really have to fatally kill her? He couldn't believe himself..For doing something so stupid.

"I'm..Im such a fucking idiot."

But, Cesar also had a full meal to himself.

He picked up Evelin's body and carried her upstairs, placing her on the kitchen counter.

He felt..Odd. This feeling felt new to him. The odd feeling of..Him..Doing this.

But, he was gonna do this to Mark so what was the big deal?..

Cesar grabbed a big butcher knife, breathing heavily.

He lifted the knife.

He cut Evelin's head off.

He felt..Guilty. Like he needed to throw up after doing something like this..It was gross. Disgusting..He..He couldn't believe himself.

"Whatever..It's whatever."

He licked his fingers, putting the body in the fridge.

"I need to..Get out of here."

Hic..

Shuffle..Shuffle..

Slam.

Thatcher and Dave just got home from a night out, they were blackout drunk, but Thatcher was way more sober than Dave.

"Ahhh..Thatch..This is the liiiffeeeee..Not having to deal with cases..Haaah..Hahaha."

"You're soooo drunk dude.."

"You are too! Look at you..Drunk ass."

"Awh, fuck you!"

The two laughed, Dave getting comfortable on Thatchers couch.

"Euuuuhhhhh..I'm gonna sleep riiiight here.."

"Dave!— get upppppp..I have a guest room."

Thatcher sounded whiney, but that didn't make Dave move at all.

"Fiinne! I'll go sleep in the COMFY room!"

Thatcher went upstairs, Dave yelled goodnight to him.

He laid slump on the couch, constantly hiccuping every few minutes until his finally fell asleep..

Tap...

..Tap.

Tap...

There was a continuous tap on the window, Dave got up to look..

"U-Uhm..Thatch?-"

No answer.

"T-THATCHER! UHM-"

"Hold on..— Hold on I'm coming.."

Thatcher eventually came down the stairs, stumbling.

"Look!-"

They both looked out the window..

Cesar. Cesar Torres.

"Get my gun."

"Thatch!- he's still a kid it might just be a ding dong ditch-"

"Go get my fucking gun, Dave!"

Dave complied, going to go get it.

Thatcher was surprised that Dave hadn't recognized the ravenette. He was pretty recognizable..

"You motherfucker..I'll fucking kill you." Thatcher whispered under his breath, huffing.

The tapping got more heavy, it was basically banging.

"That's it."

Thatcher unlocked the door, going outside.

He saw the boy, and he looked back at him, smiling.

"Long time no see..Lieutenant Thatcher Davis."

"You-"

Thatcher lunged at the boy, apprehending him and nearly breaking a bone.

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't fucking kill you!"

Cesar struggled, a lot. He tried to break from his grasp.

"I got it!" Dave yelled, running down the stairs. He threw the gun to Thatcher, he caught it pointed at the boys head.

"Good fuckin night, you nightmare."

Thatcher loosened his grasp which let Cesar escape.

"FUCK!"

Thatcher started to shoot at Cesar, hitting him multiple times but he kept running.

"Thatcher!- are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"No, no I'm fine..I shot him, don't worry, okay?"

"Okay, but-"

"Dave."

"Sorry."

"It's fine, I'm alright, okay? See? No cuts, or bruises."

"Alright..I..I'm definitely sleeping in the guest room tonight."

"Seems like our safest bet."