The Morose Murder, A Kira Barnaby Novel

Unexpected Guests

(Quick note, all characters and locations are fictions made up in my head. Any and all situations, characters and places that hold any type of similarity are completely coincidental and do not depict any real place, situation or person. Thank you and enjoy part 2.)

About an hour later the duo had found their way into the kitchen. Jason was at one end of the long island chopping vegetables to go into the stew while Kira was preparing the rat. She had already gutted and skinned the rat, and she was working on chopping the meat into bite sized pieces when there was a knock on the front door. Both of them looked up in the direction of the door and then to each other in confusion.

"Was that the door?" Jason asked stupidly.

Kira glared at him in annoyance.

"Jason, what have I told you about asking stupid questions with obvious answers?"

Jason sent a glare right back at her.

"I'll get it." He said, already walking towards the hallway to the front hall.

"Why are you going? It's my door!" Kira asked slightly offended that Jason seemed to distrust her ability to answer her own door.

"Because my hands aren't covered in blood." He answered smoothly without stopping or slowing down. Kira paused for a moment then conceded that Jason had a point. Most people were rather put off when someone answered the door with blood on their hands. Except on Halloween, then it was perfectly acceptable, just as long as no one knew it was real blood. Kira shook her head again. People were so confusing. 

Jason lightly jogged the last twenty feet or so to the front door, and opened it to reveal two people on the front steps. It was a man and a woman, both in business suits and sunglasses.

"Hello, May I help you?" Jason asked cautiously. They didn't look like salesmen, and no door to door sales representative ever came to Kira's house since what he had named "The Salesmen Debacle of 2009." Long story short, Kira had threatened the poor soul with a katana. Not that Kira had know she threatened him, she just answered the door while still holding the damn thing and demanded to know why he had interrupted her practice session. Needless to say, the man ran back to his car, scared for his life.

"Is this the residence of Kira Barnaby?" The woman asked. She had a angular face with brown eyes and brown hair pulled back into a neat bun, but her face wasn't the attractive angular type face like Kira's, but instead made her look a bit like a horse. Shame, really. 

"Yes, this is her house." He answered. There was something about the pair that gave Jason pause and made him hesitant to freely give information that wasn't asked for.

"Is Ms. Barnaby home at the moment?" The woman asked at the same time the man asked, "Who are you and what is your connection to Ms. Barnaby?" 

Jason paused again and answered one question at a time.

"Yes, she is home and I'm Jason Sutherland, her best friend. What is this about?" 

"Sir, we are with the Quinton County Police Department," The man answered this time. "I'm Head Detective Darrell Lassin, and this is Detective Kristina Holloway. We have a few questions for Ms. Barnaby regarding a few anonymous tips she has been giving to our hot-line." 

Jason immediately decided he didn't like Detective Lassin. His voice was cold, hard and demanding. Which, once Jason took a god look at the man, seemed to fit him perfectly. His body and attitude practically screamed military, along with his short, but surprisingly stylish haircut. His green eyes matched his voice to a tee and Jason couldn't help but notice how well they complimented his dark black hair.