Butchered

Chapter 3

I follow her to the back and she shows me where I'll be cleaning.

Cleaning the used knives. Maybe the occasional toilet, and floor.

"Uh don't cut yourself if you do band aids are in the cabinet." She starts to walk out. Very eagerly I might add.

"Do I answer to you or is there higher management?" I pipe up.

"You answer to me, if higher management wants you higher management will get you. Now can I get back to the front and do my job." It sounds less of a question and more like a command.

I stop her again to figure out what to call this possible serial killer, "What do I call you?"

Sighing ever so dramatically she says "Call me Rosa dishwasher." She turns to walk back to the front.

Fuck that nickname. I want to shoot her right here right now.

I'm no fucking dishwasher.

"My name's Jack." I give her my alias as I examine the dirty knives.

Why was Jack the name of my alias? Like, hi I'm Jack. That name doesn't strike fear into an opponents heart. The name that does strike fear is Rico.

Let me go by my own fucking name for once.

"I'll learn your name when I want to." She walks out.

This is going to be the longest fucking case ever.

*𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐩*

Over the past 2 days about 30 people came into the shop.

So I was incredibly bored when I finished cleaning the knives, toilets, and floors. Fortunately, that gave me an excuse to look around the shop.

Nothing was out of the ordinary until I looked through the meat cooler and saw drops of blood in a path on the floor. I won't be surprised if Rosa makes me clean this up.

A body has to of been dragged through here. Shitty clean up. But pretty recent by the looks of it.

I quickly pulled out my phone and took pictures.

I hope I can put this bitch behind bars.

"Dishwasher there are dirty knives with your name on them." Rosa 'politely' hollers from the front, snapping from my thoughts.

Two days in and I already hate her. Who am I kidding I've hated her since I met her.

"Coming." I put my phone up and step out of the meat cooler. Heading back into the kitchen I see Rosa walk towards the doors to the back.

Shit!

Speeding to the sink I start the water, I look back at the cooler door and realize I didn't shut it fully.

She won't notice, will she?

"Why the hell aren't you washing the knives? It might be a slow few days but that doesn't mean we won't have customers." She looks around the room and her gaze falls on the cooler.

Shit, Shit, SHIT!

"Why's that open?" Gesturing towards the cooler.

"Why's what open?" I respond focusing on a knife I'm cleaning.

"Dishwasher don't lie, why the fuck is the meat cooler open?" She looks like she's going to kill me.

"I don't know how it got opened." If she's the serial killer then I'm royally fucked. "It must not have been shut fully." Through out all of this I haven't bothered with eye contact.

"Sure" She mutters.

She clears her throat and begins again. "Sundays we are normally closed, so don't bother coming in tomorrow. Once you finish cleaning those knives feel free to pack up and go home. It's going to be empty from now until closing, so there's no point in staying.

Something's going down, and I can't wait to find out.

"Whatever you say boss." I begin to clean the knives again as she leaves. Within 3 minutes I'm done.

I put away my apron and do a couple other things before leaving out the alley where employees come and go. And by employees I mean me and Rosa.

As I walk out I hear Rosa on a call.