My Killer Girlfriend

Chapter 10

   Detective McDoucheFace is in the kitchen talking to Lexi and meanwhile I am in the pantry looking for "Some tea for our guest."  She has such a way with words...no wonder she gets away with so much, at home and out there.

   My mind snaps back to what I was doing, tea, gotta get some tea, some tea for our esteemed guest, our esteemed guest Mr. Sir McDoucheFace the Third.  Ugh, I hate this, she could be in some serious trouble, especially with that jerk being the one they sent here, and the best I can do to help her is to fetch some tea.

  I grab the tea off the shelf, the old, cheap kind we got a couple months ago before Lexi discovered her love for "Miss Mary's Splendid, Blended, Bountiful, Tea."  It cost a fortune, but it helps her sleep, so it's worth it.  But Read will be lucky if I don't spit in his cheap tea.

   I begin to heat up a mug of water in the microwave, feeling like I'd just defeated the detective by giving him cheap tea.  I'm a hero, really, they should give me a medal.  I am doing anything I can to not think about the danger Lexi might be in, and I  am trying not to listen to their conversation, because I'm sure Read would say something that would cause me lose my cool.

   So I just focused on making tea.   I am worried though, Lexi has never made a mistake, she has never come close to being caught, I don't know how she does it, but she is smart, she doesn't slip up, and even when things go bad she always has a plan.  A window to climb through.

   But if she did mess up, and they can tie it to her, I could lose her forever.  I won't let that happen.  I put the mug down in front of Read and sit down next to Lexi, I stare at Read and he thanks us for our hospitality.

    "So, back to the questions miss Annell.  How long did you say you have lived here?"  She answers and he jots something down on his notepad.  "and, where did you live before this?"  He squints at her and seems to be analysing everything she does, I hate it and I almost said something.  That's when Lexi grabbed my hand.  She smiled at me, and then at the detective.  She must have known what I was thinking, she knows me too well.

   "I lived in a little town called Gentry up north, have you heard of it?"  She smiles sweetly at the questioning detective.  "I have actually, pretty quiet place, very low crime rate, I wish we had that problem down here."  He lets out the fakest laugh I've ever heard and then closes his notepad.

    He finishes the cup of tea and stands up.  "Well, I think that is all for now, we'll be in touch."  He smirks again.  "Ok, have a great day detective."  Lexi says with her sweet as sugar voice.  The detective lets himself out.  The door closes and Lexi lets out a quite "Douche".  We both sit down at the table again and she slumps back into her chair.

   "What was that about baby?"  I say concerned.  "Honestly, I don't know, he wouldn't tell me." she says, I can tell she is tired, it took a lot out of her to pay such close attention to how she acts and speaks.  "You don't think you could have..."  She cuts me off.  "No.  I'm sure.  This has nothing to do with me."  I let out a sigh of relief.

    "I wonder what's up then?"  I say out loud.  "I don't know, but that detective has had some bad experiences, he is dangerous."  

"What do you mean?"

"His hands..."

"What about them?"

"He wrote with his left hand."

"Yeah, so he is left handed, so what?"

"No, he picked up his mug with his right hand, and he was struggling to write."

"I'm a little lost Lexi."

"Somehow he he has messed his right hand up, lost fine motor controls.  For it to be that bad though, he would have had to shatter his whole hand."

"How does that happen?"

"A vice or sledge works real good."

"Ew!  Baby! "

"You asked."