"Plastic Flowers"

Once again, because of my stupid guts I'm trapped, hiding while the murderer is about to kill another person. And I can't do anything because I'm frozen in place. My gun, he probably saw it and threw it already into a container. My walkey-talky? Forgot it in the rush here. My pills? I was supposed to go for the ones for this month today, supposedly, my day off if Hayens didn't get a bucket stuck in his head. He sure is bananas.
—You know why I'm doing this? Nah, you sure don't, right? If you knew, you would have told me, and I would have killed you already. — he says.
—And why...the fuck would I know why you are going to kill me! — she says in a rage.
He starts to laugh, and I can hear her start to cry.
—Miss Greece, you know what your family business is? — he asks in a scary sweet voice.
She doesn't respond and I hear a deep sigh. The sound of a click makes her start sobbing non-stop. I understand why. The suitcase contains the flowers he always inserts in the veins of his victims.
—Your family owns various orphanages in the city. — he takes one of the roses. —But, and I'm sure you are able to answer me, why are they always adopted and no one knows about the kids ever again? — he asks.
She stops crying and keeps silent.
—Why... are you always seen with a different servant? Hmm? Oh! And I would like to know why they are all around the age of ten. — silence. — Miss Greece I want answers or I'll start preparing the holes for the flowers.
—OK! Yes! They...they let me use them as slaves before they go. — she confesses.
—Before they go where, Miss Andreas Miguela Greece?
—I... I don't know where they take them. I swear I don't! — she begs for him to believe her.
Right now I'm desperate. Hayens is probably back home with two holes in the bucket so he can see in the meantime. He knows I'm the quickest in our department to catch the suspects and save the victims when I'm OK. So, why hasn't he arrived yet to see what's going on? My arms and legs don't respond, I can't even talk. At this rate, that girl will be killed.
—I know you don't know. I was just making sure. — he replies.

—Then why are you asking me all this? — she says.

—To make sure I have the right person, of course.

I hear a vase breaking and the guy goes out to see who it is. After some time of tension, we hear a shot.

—Hello? The police? Help me! Please help me! — she shouts for help.

There's no response but, suddenly the door opens. I can't see who it is. The angle I'm in doesn't allow me to see properly.

—What are you? — she asks.

—I'm the police officer Mathew Hayens from the special cases unit. — Hayens says.

—Do you know who I am? I'm a Greece! I'll be sure that you're expelled from your unit for been so incompetent. I nearly died! — she claims.

—Oh, you sure are going to die Miss Andreas Miguela Greece. Because I am the man from the Plastic Flowers case. — he answers.

I see Hayens point the gun in her head and pull the trigger. He didn't have anything in his head. He never had a bucket stuck.

—Shame on you for not be found by Seyerz before I came. — Hayens concludes.

I think I'm actually happy all this happened. Otherwise, I would be in Sayerz's place right now. I'm lucky he called to shove me his shift and no one will know about it.

I wonder if Seyerz knew Hayens was capable of killing someone. I wonder if I can get out of here alive...