Kill The Callers Of Death

Chapter 4: The Hungry Red

 It was gone.

Gone.

Lacy hadn't been there earlier to stop it and now....

All she could do was hunt down the person who had started it.

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Lacy and George stood up from their seat as  the town mayor entered the room. He turned to them both and said in a quite irritated tone, "I see you have caught the murderer."

"Well, yes, sir." Lacy replied, "Or should I say Mr. Mayor?"

"I'll go with sir," he grunted. "I'm truly grateful for what you've done for us. We'd like to-"

"Sorry sir, but you don't sound really grateful." George pointed out innocently.

Lacy quickly covered her laugh with a cough and was immediately answered by the mayor with a glare. But his  scowl slowly twisted into a smile and he laughed, patting George's shoulder.

"What a joke! So what was I saying? We'd like to thank you with gifts - anything you want." His thick brows scrunched together, as if he expected them to ask something really expensive which he couldn't afford.

That tempted Lacy even more.

"I want a pet dog!" George bursted out.

The mayor's features relaxed. He smoothed his gelled black hair and said, "Sure, choose whichever one you want and you'll get it."

"I wish I could've given you a proper um, a proper 'thank you' but I believe that is not possible as  I'm in quite a hurry. My assistant will help you with all the arrangements."

"Wait," Lacy stopped him as he turned to leave. "What arrangements? I mean, besides the dog."

He looked confused, like she was supposed to know.

"The murderer, of course. I need him locked up somewhere close to this place."

"And what is this place?" George asked. "I mean, it looks grand enough to be something..... public."

"Oh," The mayor laughed. "That's what you thought? Well, you're mistaken, this is my house."

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"Close to his house?! He's dumber than a- than a dodo! I mean, could anyone be more stupid!"

"It's just his guilt, Lacy," George said, driving. "For not being able to- you know- protect his citizens."

"Guilt, my foot!" Lacy practically shouted. "If he had any guilt, he would be grovelling at our feet and begging us to stay nearby in case something else happened. He would've been  a slave to us and would given us anything we wanted. But no, all we get is a stupid pug."

"Hey, I like it. And he did give us what we wanted."

"No, he gave us what you wanted." 

"Oh," George said, turning to pat the pug. "And what did u want?"

"I wanted all these tiny towns to hire some police so that I don't need to do their job. I mean, come on! Right now, I should be at my office but here I am." She groaned. " And that annoying little mayor's assistant kicked us out and told us to leave after we were done locking up the murderer we both caught. And they didn't even ask us to give them some advice on where to lock the guy up, which they needed. A lot."