Kill Me Softly

Chapter 3 Sienna

I made it back to the house with enough time to get an hour of sleep and to get a proper shower. One where you shave and wash everything. I feel much better as I get ready for the day, a simple black tank under some dark overall shorts and my converses. I decide to take the hound with me for the day and once Donnie gets his breakfast and goes potty while I smoke a morning joint, we hit the road. I stop by the coffee shop to get everyone their fix of caffeine and a pup cup for Tello. I end up fending the eighty five pound dog off the whole way to the shop over the treat but we make it in one piece.

Thank fuck it is just down the street from the coffee shop.

Parking in back I allow Donnie out first and after pissing on the building I let him inside. Once I know he won't escape I double back for the coffee and as I reenter the shop I hear barking and laughter from the main room. I'm smiling as I walk in, seeing that Donatello is currently standing with his front paws on Zeke's stomach and is licking him like crazy. Handing out the goods to the designated person I look for my iPad as I take a deep drink from my cup.

Not finding it at my station or the reception desk I decide to check upstairs. I probably left it in the chair this morning. I leave my coffee at my desk as I run up and I hear Donnie following hot on my heels. He rushes up the stairs and waits for me as I walk up, giving him a pat on my way past him. I keep an eye out as I meander to the back of the room, not seeing the black sparkly cased device anywhere. I get to my chair in the back and move the fuzzy blanket I used, seeing the edge of my iPad and grin as I pull it out.

But I stop dead as I see two black boxes at the side of my chair. They most definitely weren't there last night. Looking quickly around the room, I see no obvious signs of anyone being in here with me. And Tello is being chill. So I must be alone. Still I find a back scratcher on a nearby bookcase and extend it all the way out before I use it to shove the boxes. When no bomb goes off I sigh and retract the device, worrying my lip as I stare at them.

Fuck this.

Stomping the three steps to the boxes I waste no time in ripping the silk bow off and tossing it aside. Plucking the lid off and reaching under the parchment paper, I pull out a coat. A pea coat. One that looks exactly like the one I was wearing last night when I killed that guy.

Ah shit. That's never good.

Curiosity gets the better of me and I have the second one unwrapped and opened in record time. I stand as I pull the second item, another pea coat but in a light grey color with black trim, and hold it up to inspect it. I can't help but rub the soft fabric between my fingers for a moment, lost in thought.

Someone obviously knows that I killed that puke last night. Knows that I threw away my coat because it had evidence on it. But who? Someone else that he sent after me? Or a random stranger who just happened to witness my dark deed?

Another stalker?

Growling in frustration I stuff the coat back into the box, closing it up and walking back downstairs. I rush out the back before any of the guys can see me and stash the grey coat in my car. I keep the replica and put it on my hook in the main room, figuring why the fuck not. Someone saw. Someone sent me a replacement. Fuck it, I don't care if it's dumb or reckless. I'm wearing it.

I sigh as I pull up my app on my iPad, and begin printing the stencil that I'll be needing for my upcoming appointment. Drinking my coffee and relaxing in my chair at my station, I fight to stay calm. I count my fingers as I watch my dog bounce from station to station, licking fingers and sniffing anything he can reach.

Letting out a whistle I watch as his brown and white head pulls in my direction, tongue lolling out as he bounds to me and slides to stop at my feet.

I hold out my hand in silent command and wait for him to shake before I pick up his pup cup and extend it to him. His gold eyes widen as his tail thumps excitedly against the floor as he gets the cream all over his pink nose and white face. I'm not the only one who laughs as the hound ravishes the treat in a few bites. Once he licks the bowl clean Donnie finds his bed under my desk where he will probably sleep for hours.