Bully

Chapter 21

   “Aww is that your little girlfriend?” Gabrielle cooed from the shotgun seat. Deciding that it was time to be the annoying boss, I pointed a finger to the backseats of the car.

   “Move,” I ordered rather rudely. “I’m taking shotgun,”

  She scowled and was about to reply but Brawn shot me a wink before interrupting her. “Byker’s in charge, you got to do what he says otherwise I’ll tattle to The Boss,” Brawn threatened, similar to a snotty kid threatening to tell their mummy on you. Gabrielle rolled her eyes and unbuckled her seatbelt before climbing over into the backseat, not before ‘accidently’ kicking me first though. I wasn’t bothered by her immature retaliation though; it only amused me because it proved that I was annoying her.

  Today was going to be fun.

  “Where are we going, then?” Brawn wandered, igniting the engine. “Chief said something about going to check out a house?”

   I nodded, handing him the piece of paper. Gabrielle peered over his shoulder to read the sheets herself.

  “This was the man’s whose DNA was on that letter Rogue received,” I explained. “Something’s wrong though – this man’s not who we’re looking for,” I muttered.

   “Looks can be deceiving,” Gabrielle piped up, raising her eyebrows at you. “For example, you don’t strike me as having the capability of killing Moseby,”

  I rolled my eyes. “Are you still bitter about that?” I snorted, although I couldn’t keep the smirk from my face – I had obviously really gotten to her by not allowing her to be the one to take out Moseby. “I’m killing him and that’s final,”

   “Oh, are you sure you can handle all the blood?” She sneered and I flinched. Now it was Gabrielle’s turn to smirk because she knew she had hit a nerve.

  “Guys!” Brawn interrupted loudly, looking extremely impatient as his meaty fingers tapped against the steering wheel. “Can you stop arguing and tell me where to go?”

  Shooting one last glare at Gabrielle, I turned my attention back to the papers Brawn had and pointed out the address. “I don’t think Jonathon Saunders is our man, but we need to check him out anyway. He lived in a flat in Willow Road,”

  Brawn nodded in agreement, before pulling out of my street and directing the car to the street. He obviously knew where the street was because directions weren’t required. I wasn’t surprised though, being in his line of work Brawn should knew these streets like the back of his hand.

  Within fifteen minutes we were standing outside a neat little flat in a relatively nice street. Gabrielle frowned, as if she didn’t expect the cosy little building to be the home of an alleged thug. I shot her a pointed look – I really didn’t believe Jonathon Saunders was involved with Moseby.

  However that just raises questions such as how his blood was on that letter? Hopefully, this visit would provide answers.

   I spotted Brawn darting quick looks around the street, as if he was conscious that we were being watched. I suppose his brain was hardwired to constantly be aware of his surroundings. He squinted his eyes, and I followed his line of vision to see a hunched woman looking at us curiously through the window. She gave us a friendly wave and I felt obliged to wave back, whilst Brawn just turned back around and rolled his eyes – probably scolding himself for being wary of a nice old lady.

  “Should we knock, or just barge in?” Gabrielle wondered, inspecting the door as if it were to spring open on us.

  “Knock,” I said, and she nodded as she rapped her knuckles against the door. I wasn’t expecting for anyone to be inside and the silence confirmed my thoughts that it was empty. I didn’t want to just go barging in incase there was a family member or old friend inside but since it was empty I nodded my head at Brawn.