Back door #Wattys2016

02 • Fedora Guy.

"Do you have any low-calorie fairy dust?"
  - Castle.

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"Did he crack?" I asked.

After seeing Claudia and Romeo off to their honeymoon, reassuring Seth that I won't be running off to the SIA headquarters inquiring about the shooter, I drove back to my humble abode.

Changed into one of the T-shirt from the men's section and just my panties, because they are much comfier than the pjs available in women's section. No offense to the one's wearing pjs from women's section.

I was in the kitchen, fetching myself a bottle of wine and a wine glass.

Beelining towards the couch, I made myself comfortable with the blanket which was draped at the back of sofa.

"No. But we are trying to." I hear the stressed voice of Caleb Hanowell. I could just picture him standing with a cup of black coffee scrutinizing the Fedora Guy from the other side of the interrogation room.

"He did admit that he is a hired shooter and does not work with a gang or an underground organization. Apparently the bad guy has 'morals' beacuse of which he is not revealing who hired him." Caleb continued.

Morals, my ass.

"Okay. Try to get some information from him. I am on my way-" As I was talking I got up and was getting to my room when I was cut off by Caleb.

"No. You are not coming now."

"But-"

"You just got done with the marriage of two important people in your life, shipped them off to honeymoon, shot a guy trying to kill said people,twice and listened to Claudia fret about the said shooting. I think it's time you go and catch some sleep instead of guzzling down a bottle of wine while watching infomercials."

"How would you know about Claudia and about me 'guzzling' wine which I totally do not do. I sip it." I said grinning to myself over the concern Caleb was showing for me.

"Well? About the former Romeo texted me and about the latter I know you enough to know that you would be on that couch of yours with a wine bottle 'sipping' wine watching infomercials."

"Mr Hanowell, have you bugged my apartment?" I asked raising my brows.

"Miss Rivers, I don't need to bug your apartment. I am just the better friend than you are in our friendship."

I scoffed "As better as an old hag can get real with face lift and plastic surgery on face including the fake plastic boobs."

I could hear is deep chuckle from the other side.

"Were would have I gotten my daily fill of sarcasm without you, Jordan?"

"Nowhere. There one and only one Jordan Rivers." I said grinning.

We both started laughing at my response.

"True, but you need to sleep and I need to do the paperwork and try to get him speaking."

"Sure. Best of luck with him."

"Good Night."

"Night." I smiled to myself.

Putting away the wine, I made myself comfortable in my bed.
As soon as my head hit the soft, white, comfortable pillow I was succumbed to sleep.

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Bang. Bang.

Which species of homosapiens race tried to grace me with their presence at this ungodly hour of morning.