In love with his own killer

IX

Chapter 9
Treasure's pov:

I woke up the next morning, remembering the events that happened last night. I grabbed my phone from the side table to check the time. It was 8 o clock. Instead of getting off the bed to get ready, I went on google. I wanted to see if the current events were online. I knew they weren't because not a single cop was at the scene. Paid cops. What's the purpose of being a cop if you're not gonna stop the worst crime there is. And they claim that they protect. Protect my ass.

Thinking of the word cop had me realizing that today was Sunday. "Oh, shit" I mumbled to myself. I hurriedly got off the bed into the bathroom. I have a call today but it's with my team. Last week they had told me they'll send another burner so I can call them. Instead of using the burner all the time they encrypted new phones like a burner, but we could hold longer conversations with these.

The other burner we couldn't because we were actually talking to the FBI. This one it'll just seem like we're talking to regular people. Obviously it'll look suspicious as too why we're talking to "regular" people, why are we using a burner to do it? But we gotta do what we gotta do.

The burner that I use every 2 weeks for the review, we agreed to try not holding the conversation no more than 3 minutes. The review calls are almost up, maybe one or two.

The new one they have, I can keep in contact with my team in case if I need to know who a person is, or to check if they have a file, or anything in that sort.

Yesterday, I wasn't really paying attention to any details in the penthouse. But now that I have the chance to look, the bathroom is really big. Probably bigger than my own bedroom and bathroom combine. And mine is pretty big. He had a marble counter with 2 sinks. A bathtub looking like it could fit 5 people, and a big ass shower right across from it that looks like it could take 10 people. The shower is glass so anybody that walks in could see everything. Imagine I walked him on him.

I found a new toothbrush on the counter with some clothes on the side. I brushed my teeth, then looked at myself in the mirror. Yea this lace gots to go. This seems real ghetto but I'd look even more ghetto if I walk out like this. So I sat on the counter and took off the wig. Didn't take long because it was already on its last straw.

After I took it off I hopped in the shower. I tried to not take long but I couldn't help it. If I don't feel clean, I'm not stepping out the shower. I planned on taking 15 minutes. 15 went on to 20. 20 went on to 30 minutes.

That's not even the longest. I went that fast because I have somewhere to be. Plus I had to wash my hair in the process so add a extra 10 minutes. I used this shampoo and conditioner I seen already in the shower. Probably his.

You know that feeling when the shower feels so good that you don't ever wanna get out? Yea that's me. Eventually I got out and wrapped the towel around myself and around my hair. I dried myself but before I put on the clothes, I wanted to change the bandages. I went to the spot where he kept his first aid and grabbed it. I changed all the bandages and started to put on the clothes he left.

It was a big button-up shirt that I knew was his. Ripped jeans and some white Tory Burch sandals. Wow he treating his hoe buddies right. Or it could be his sister's. Who would just freely give out Tory Burch sandals. I'm not gonna complain on free items though so imma shut up and take this beautiful gift. He left panties but I didn't have a bra. I couldn't use the one from last night because I didn't wear any.

I tried my best to style the shirt so I wouldn't look stupid cause how oversized it was. I buttoned 2 buttons in the middle and left the rest open, leaving it to fall off my shoulder. I then rolled up the sleeves mid arm by my elbow. My nipples were still showing but I mean free show to whoever wants to look.