Daughter of the Devil

Chapter 14

Karen and I took a taxi her apartment. We got there pretty late - considering that she lives across town - I sat on the couch thinking. Thinking and considering another run-in with that Zeb guy. Of all the things you can trick someone into seeing you choose yourself being purple? Why purple if anything?
"You seem pretty interested in law." Karen sat down next to me.

"Just glad to be apart of a team, that doesn't end up getting me almost beat to death." Karen paused like she had some war flashbacks. We sat in silence for a few moments and I gotta say it was a bit awkward. I scratched my head and laid back to shut my eyes.
I got the weirdest image when I did close my eyes. It was a row of men knocked out and laying all over the floor. A buff man with pale blue eyes, a mechanics shirt with ripped sleeves. They were sedated, and purple whiz guy and his squad of bums were there too. It appeared they were in a abandoned warehouse. I only got a glimpse of the scene, like the flash of a Polaroid camera. It's there for a split second, but it bothers you for a while.
I bolted upright.
Karen asked what was wrong.

"I just had the weirdest image pop up in my head." I described the entire glimpse of what I saw. She didn't know what to think of it. We were already confused with what we dealing with, Mr. Rainbow fever. "Time for another covert operation." I put my face into my hands and stretched my face outwards.
"Why do you think Matt wanted me to stay with you tonight?"

"I don't know. I didn't think much about it." She pulled her hair back behind her ear. "You know, when you came around you really lightened up things. It's been nicer having you hang around."

"When I started hanging around I felt like I could finally let my hair down and not feel like I was walking on broken glass." I smiled. Less than a minute later I was asleep on the couch.

When the sun rose I was awakened by yelling in the hall. It was Karen arguing with someone in the hall. I rubbed my eyes, and removed a red blanket from me that Karen must've gave me in the middle of the night. I got up off the couch and stretched my back, I shuffled my feet to the door. Karen was telling a man in the hall that she had nothing to do with an attack on East 87th. She noticed me peeking from behind the door.

She scoffed. "Look i dont wanna hear this, i have nothing to do with it." Before she could close the door the man held it open with his left hand.

He grinned happily at me. "Ma'am, could i have a word with you?"

I looked at Karen for the ok, then back at he man hesitantly. "Sure..." I wasn't entirely sure i wanted to say that (Nothing suspicious at all).
I stepped out into the hall with him then he turned to a new page in his notepad.
"What do you know about recent evens that deal with attacks?" He twitched his eyebrows.
I frowned - but cheesed mentally.

"How do I know if you're not involved in them? ." I folded my arms slowly and leaned back, grinning cleverly.
He looked like I'd busted him but he only chortled. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a leather pouch... Wasn't a wallet so don't tell me it was a wallet. He flipped it open it showed a ID card. News Journalist, Daily NY Bugle. "Its for a story in the papers."

"I know nothing. It's Hell's Kitchen, you've gotta expect thugs coming out every so often."

"This was no thug attack. The witnesses explained they saw a man with horns attack their friend during a game of poker."

"I'm more concerned why they were playing poker on East 87th. That street is nothing but abandoned and unfinished building." I was trying to avoid giving a straight answer.

"Listen-"

"OOOO! You should talk to Mária Sanchez! She lives around there and never has anything to do. She's always looking out windows! You know, talk people who live in the area. Not 10 blocks away." I snapped my fingers and pointed.