Night Of The Hunter

Suspect

21.

Waking up to the fresh rays of sunlight peeking into the curtains beside my bed, I groaned, opening my eyes slightly. The soft yet such harsh light making me squint and turn around in the bed. Too early for this shit. I really do need to get blackout curtains.

Groggily looking at the clock to see the time to be after 8, I rolled my eyes and laid on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Skylar should be picking Bryan up from the hospital soon and his place is in no condition to come home to. Relaxing for another five minutes, contemplating life, I finally pushed myself out of bed and decided to get some shit done.

Raising the fourth cup of coffee to my lips, I heard the door open and close, hearing the groaning enter the room. I leaned against the counter, looking into the living room to see Skylar leading Bryan down on the couch as he groaned in pain, putting his crutches on the floor as he finally sat down.

"I need a few more pills." He hissed making me roll my eyes.

"I just gave you before we left." Skye hissed.

"They ain't doing shit."

Skye turned towards me as she began walking into the kitchen with a sigh.

"You didn't have to clean the house you know." Bryan shouted from the couch and leaned over to get the remote.

"I'm so not going to be his maid for the week." I warned.

"I'm not either." Skye said shaking her head as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

I grabbed my mug and walked into the living room, taking a seat on the couch next to Bryan as he scrolled through the channels.

"Do I dare ask?"

I looked over at him, sipping on the coffee and flashed him an innocent look. "The less you know the better."

"That gives me my answer."

I smiled at him, putting the mug to my lips once more. "Frank is sending a guy over to fix the door today."

Bryan sat in silence as he stared off into the television screen.

"Well then, I'm gonna go." I patted his cast, earning a hiss from his end. "Oops. Sorry." I muttered as I stood up and put the mug on the counter. "Behave you two." I warned, wagging my finger at them both before sliding my leather jacket on and left the house.

It was a little warmer now than when I left the house earlier. But it was still that nice fall-ish cool air that I enjoyed. As I started to head home, I realized I didn't have anything on my agenda today. No fighting, no killing, no research. It was boring.

Putting my hands in my pockets, I noticed a car slowly tailing me from behind. One block became two until I turned around and saw the flashing lights. It then started to speed up and pull up next to me. I took my hands out of my pockets quickly, eyeing the detective in the driver's seat and saw it was the same asshole who has been trying to get me locked up for the last two years. Detective Ashley Smith.

I raised a brow as he opened the car door and stepped out. His hazel eyes met mine as I stood there defiantly, wondering what he wanted now.

"Ms. Callahan." He greeted, as his partner opened his own door and rounded the car towards me.

"Detective." I greeted back, eyeing his partner as he came to stand next to him. "What can I do for you ladies?"

"You can turn around and put your hands on your head." He motioned for me to turn around.