beLIEve

2: Gun fun

 

Violet was waiting in her 2008 Lexus gs350 for the sun to rise. She watch daringly from the side lines as the police frantically scattered over the crime scene. Thick round sun glasses perched on her nose and her hair covered by a red wing. She snapped a bubble on her lips watching everyone determine where she was headed next. Her eye was focused on Penny especially who had been racking her brain since she got to the crime scene on Violet’s motives.

“Imbeciles, if you want to catch me you have to chase me,” she said putting the car into drive and revving the engine to grab the attention of the police.

Penny looked up and Violet pulled her sun glasses down revealing her purple eyes. She winked and saw Penny had noticed it was her. Violet peeled out into the street and Penny searched for license plates but they were blank.

“And so the chase begins,” a smile played across her lips as she took a sharp turn around the corner, police quickly piling into their cars and chasing her.

Penny stood still thinking, “Where would she go next?”

“Let’s go Penny; this is our chance to catch her.”

“No, she wants us to chase her; if we figure out where she’s going then we can stop it before it begins.”

Riley waved his hand at her as if slapping the air and ran to his car.

“Where is she going?” Penny thought for a moment. “She’s killing off her family; so why not her mom too.”

Penny jumped in her car and peeled out in the opposite direction of all the others and headed towards Lolita dr.

“Mrs. Baker?” Penny asked the front desk.

“We don’t have a Mrs. Baker living here.”

“She remarried; I’m not sure what her last name is.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you then.”

An older lady was standing at the counter next to Penny asking for something. She turned towards Penny, “Did you say Mrs. Baker?”

“Yes, do you know her?”

“Yes, she was my caretaker for a few months before she was remarried.”

“Do you know her last name?”

“I believe it was Jenson,” she said holding up in wrinkled index finger.

Penny turned back to the counter and the man was looking the name up. “Yes, we do have a Mrs. And Mr. Jenson, building D, 8th floor and room 394.”

“Thank you,” Penny said to both the man and the old lady.

“Mrs. Jenson?” Penny asked knocking on the door.

I large heavy set Mexican man opened the door. “Can I help you?” he asked in a thick Hispanic voice.

“I’m looking for Mrs. Jenson.”

“Kelly!” he called into the room.

She came to the door in a pink fluffy robe and fluffy slippers. Her hair was dark red and her face was thick and round.

“Who are you?”

“Agent Price,” Penny said flashing her badge. “I’m here to talk about your daughter.”

“Bullet? What did she do this time?”

“This time?”

“She was always the trouble maker, skipping school, and she just got out of a bad situation with dancing.”