Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Thirty Two

I sat at my kitchen table staring at the small orange bottle half filled with beige oval pills that was supposedly made to make me normal. I did as Louis asked and had been taking them faithfully for a week. After three days, my nightmares had subsided and I haven't had any freak accidents since. Don't get me wrong, it's great that the pills are actually working, but it sucks that I have something that needs to be worked on. I couldn't get the word "psycho" out of my head. Every time I looked at these pills, I'm reminded of how much of a freak I am.

Someone knocked on my door, freeing myself from the distasteful thoughts running through my head. Walking towards the door, I shoved the pills into a hiding spot in one of my cabinets.

I opened the door and was surprised to see who it was. "Monique?"

"Hey hun," Monique grinned at me. It wasn't as wide as it should have been, like it normally is. She tried looking behind me into my new home. "I know I'm not supposed to be here. Is now a bad time?"

Monique has never and would never walk into a case that she wasn't working. So the fact that she was here concerned me massively. "No, come in."

Monique nodded and walked around. Her steps were slow as she studied the interior of my apartment. She nodded approvingly. "Nice place. The agency never seems to disappoint." She grimaced. "Well, with there purchases anyway."

"Monique, you're kind of worrying me here." I crossed my arms and squinted. "Don't get me wrong, I love that you're here, but I know there has to be a reason behind it."

Monique licked her lips and took a seat at the kitchen table next to where I originally was. She folded her hands on top of the surface. I let her gather all her thoughts before I pressure her into saying something. I take the seat in front of her.

"Kelly." Her voice was soft but shaky. Her eyes began to become glassy, enhancing her big beautiful brown eyes. "Marco passed away last night. Niko came home this morning and found him in their living room."

My heart felt like it had physically stopped beating. At first I didn't react. I was so shocked. I couldn't think of anything. My mouth was too dry to form any words. My blood turned ice cold and I suppressed my teeth from chattering.

"Wha - Wh." I swallowed the lump in my throat and it felt like swallowing a shard of glass. The tears stung my eyes like acid, threatening to fall. One escapes, leaving a stain run down my cheek. "How?"

Monique let her own tears slide down her face. "Single gunshot wound to the head. In the middle of his forehead."

"Execution style?" I gasped. My trembling hands moved to cover my mouth. Execution style meant that Marco, my sweet, kind, and beautiful Marco was specifically targeted. There was an actual spawn of satan out there that would want to hurt my funny best friend who wouldn't hurt even a fly. Now he was dead. His life personally taken away. "Who?"

"We don't know. There were no signs of forced entry and no signs of struggle. The cameras were shut down fore reasons we don't know. Niko said they were up and functioning before he left."

"Where did he go?"

"He flew to Italy for his grandmother's 90th birthday. Marco had to stay back because of work." Monique wiped her tears away.

I clenched my teeth and clutched my hands into fists. The shock was wearing off and now I was raging with pure anger. The audacity for someone to look Marco in the eyes and still manage to pull the trigger made this person a psycho killer in my book. I wanted nothing but to squeeze the killer by the neck until the lights burned out in their eyes. I wanted them to kneel right in front of me and look the barrel of my gun straight on so they know the fear that Marco could have felt.