And nothing, no new murders, no new information, nothing and him being quiet is worse than him killing. Why is he quiet all of a sudden? Is he out of targets? Impossible there's still more female doctors out there. I need to crack this case or I'll lose my mind, the questions are going to kill me. I took off the shades and the hat which are always and forever will be terrible for disguise.
I pushed the door and walked over the bar taking Kyle's notebook turning over the pages and I started scribbling, Kyle stopped everything and just watched me.
None of this makes sense, serial killers never break their sequence, how they kill, the way way they kill unless it's not a serial killer but if it's not a serial killer then what is he? Fuck, he's making me lose my mind. Okay. He killed 7 female doctlors, he hanged them all in their houses and apartments. He used the same rope on all of them, the rope was the same measurements, the way he strangled them was also the same except for the last victim, he left a drop of his blood.
Maybe he realized he's slipping up and he stopped to get his act together or maybe he's quitting. I need to think like him to understand him but I don't even know what he thinks like.
"Hello to you too, Olwethu".
"Why hasn't he killed anyone? Or maybe he's still looking for his target?".
"I'm fine, thank you for asking".
"Why the hell did I wake up in some stranger's house? There's a serial killer on the loose Kyle!".
"You're not a doctor, he's into doctors besides you said you wanted to go with him and he's not a stranger, anymore, he's actually good".
"I what?".
Kyle poured me a shot of vodka, it helps with a hangover."You said you didn't want to go to your place and you wanted to come home with me, I know your father, I said no ways so you picked him, he doesn't know your father, he said yes".
I asked him to take me with him? I thought he asked me to go with him, this is embarrassing.
"Oh my god, how much did I drink last night?".He just smiled."And how is he not a stranger?".
Kyle smiled pulling the drawer taking out a Ziploc bag and gave it to me, I turned it over sending everything flying to the counter, his ID, driver's license, wallet and watch? How the hell is him leaving his watch here proving he's not bad?.
"See? Good guy".
"He's 27? He looks younger, Damien? That's a rare name but I like it".
"You like him".
"To you, I like everyone".
"Maybe I'm just jealous".
I actually smiled."I will slap the living shit out of you".
He laughed."Hey how about you work here? Till you get your job back".
"No".
"It'll help you get your mind off things, you obsess over shit a lot, O, you need to think about something else".
Am I good with drunk people? Screaming their lungs out, fighting over useless, stupid things and breaking shit? No, I'm not, which is why this job is perfect.
"Fine but I want full payment".
"Your still an intern, calm down".
"Fine but I want free drinks whenever I'm buying".
"25% off".
"50".
"35, last offer".
I smiled taking his hand and shook it."Deal".
I better start today, familiarize myself with the people, I know the place, I have been coming here for almost 8 years now. I even know about the safe and the guns and where to find them, I need to take a shower and I cannot go to my place, there is definitely a thousand news reporters waiting for the scoop of the year.
Not today, Kyle gave me his apartment keys, I'm definitely wearing his clothes too, I need a place to stay, I need to move out of my house and all for what? Because I decided to share my opinion and now I have to spend thousands of rands for a place to stay, I took a hot shower, Kyle's apartment is cosy, I have slept here a hundred times, thinking about it, I understand why his girlfriend hates me.
He does like me more than her and yes he loves her more, obviously, they are dating, I don't like her either. My head and my back hurts, I am definitely not drinking alcohol anytime soon, unless of course mom asks me to come home, I could never say no to her and my head hurt even more, I sat down turning on the news, having coffee again, with toast.
"As you can see, there is still no sign of Olwethu Nkosi, there has been no movements from in and out of the house, this is Annabelle Coleman, signing out".
They can't be serious, I've been a news reporter for four years and I've won two awards for reporter of the year, I'm twice as smart as them, okay, maybe that's me being full of myself but I know how reporters think. It would be funny if I showed up there with my crew and also start broadcasting.
"Well, obviously, that's not going to happen, maybe I should go home and let things cool down but then I'd have to stay at home with dad and see him everyday, nope, I'll take my chances with the Anabelle".
And I spent the whole week working at the club, dealing with drunk men trying to spank me, others trying to kiss me, others trying to leave without paying their bills. This job is by far the hardest job I've ever had but I am surprisingly enjoying it and the fact that I get 35% off my drinks makes it even more nice. I'm still waiting to be called to the hearing which could take weeks, even months pending on investigation.
