Legacy (Completed)

Chapter 14

"This is the place?" I asked. Ren nodded in response. It was the day after Seamen, and we were posted outside a large mansion outside the city's atmosphere. He was speaking to me again. We both got out of his car, making our way to the front door.

"The bartender said that Abel was in a couple days ago. He left with some guy. Lets see what we have here," Ren stated, using the ring on the front door to announce our presence. We stood there for a moment, no one answering the door. Ren reaches for the handle, finding it unlocked. We shared a look.

'Get your gun out,' he spoke in his mind after tapping his head in indication. I followed his instruction, reaching for the handy dandy holster I had been provided with. We crept in through the front door, closing it behind us. We trailed through the empty halls, peeking into the rooms that branched off.

"Hello?" I called out, earning a glare from Ren and a sharp movement of him representing a shut mouth with his hand.

'Have you ever watched any horror movie ever? Shut the fuck up.' I shrank back from the hostile thought, smiling sheepishly. We continued on, the hallway ending and opening into the kitchen.

Around the corner of the island in the center was a red substance pooled. Ren paused, changing his direction to go towards it. I tiptoed behind him, peering from around his shoulder at the substance. It was smeared from the puddle, drifting off to a ajar doorway.

"Is that.. blood?" I whispered, staring in horror at the red trail along the floor. Lorenzo looked back at me with a questioning face.

"No?" he answered back, sounding very unsure of his answer. I stared at him in disbelief for answering my rhetorical question.

"That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question," I bit back, going to smack him upside the back of the head. He blocked my blow, glaring at me.

"I'd like to see you figure out the difference between blood and marinara sauce," he defended himself. I groaned, not believing he brought that into the equation just because we were in a kitchen.

"Marinara sauce is thicker and chunkier than that!"

"Oh shit, you're right. Then yeah, that's blood."

"Thanks, I really needed that clarification." He shrugged in response, and I rolled my eyes. I picked my way around the puddle, peering through doorway.

"It looks like another hall," Ren mused, taking the initiative to go forward, stepping around the blood. I followed after him, staring warily at the blood until I stepped over the threshold. The trail faded away to a door in front of us. Ren saddled one side of the doorway, gesturing for me to get on the other. When I was flush to the wall, he stuck his pointer finger to his mouth to silently shush me. He counted down from three before kicking the door open.

Only to find Mr. Abel Carlson sitting up in bed, fully naked. His hands were raised limply above his head, fastened to a pair of handcuffs through a loop bolted to the wall. A white piece of cloth covered his eyes, and a hot pink ball gag tightly against his cheeks and pressed into his mouth. His throat was slit cleanly, the blood running in streaks down his torso and staining the linens.

"Wow," Ren started sharply after taking in the CEO's current position. "This guy knew how to have a killer time."

"Lorenzo, please," I whined, turning away so I didn't have to see Abel anymore.