Cause and Effect

Part 27

~Brent~

My room was fairly plain. Me bed was to the side with black sheets and my white walls had paintings and doodles all over. Canvas' were all in one big stack in the corner of my room and a stand was set up with paint. I had a couple family photos, but that was about it.

Looking at my bed, seeing who was sleeping in it, made me smile. Jake. He looked so damned sexy with his shirt off... I kind of wanted to jump him when i saw his muscles ripple as he took a breath. He has been trying to comfort me these past couple days as we have asked the cops for clues as to who was the killer- what they looked like. Everybody was sure it was the rapest, but something still bugged me.

Why would he just kill her?

There was no reason, everybody knew what he looked like. So why kill her and her guards- just for shits and giggles? No- the only people sick enough to do that wouldn't just shoot them, they would kidnap them or torture them. I don't actually think that Kert James, the rapist, killed Lilly.

I think somebody made it look like it was him.

Climbing out of bed, I put on my black jeans, blue t-shirt, and combat boots. My hair hung in natural waves and I set out for Ell's place of work. I wrote Jake a simple note, explaining how much of a creeper i was and how I watched him sleep for a while before I left for the P.I.'s office.

My car roared to life and took the emptier streets to the office. I have been making progress on the investigation. Ell, her boss- Berry- and I had picked up some evidence from the crime scene after the cops left. We found some amo, a footprint, a car track, and what seemed to be a bit of a torn shirt.

I was thinking about how the evidence could add up, when I entered an empty backstreet. It wasn't a good neighbrohood, but I sucked it up. Yes, it was likely I was about to get killed by a gang, but I didn't care at this point.

That is, until somebody started shooting at me.

Yes, shooting at me. My tires all had bullet holes in them and next to me was somebody with a mask over their face and brown contacts in their eyes. I could tell they were contacts, but couldn't tell what color they really were. He held a glock in his gloved hands and my breaths came out in pants.

Slowly, without moving my upperbody, I reached under my seat and pulled out my own glock (they were really good guns). The man's eyes widened and he shot my window, shattering the glass. He was just trying to scare me, but I was too blinded by fury to feel the pain. I shot out, with my eyes closed so i didn't get glass in my eyes. I heard a cry of pain, telling me I hit them. Sadly, the sound was followed by footsteps and a car starting.

The bastard drove off and I noticed that my arm had a huge, six inch gash in it, spilling crimpson liquid over my shirt. I simply took off my shirt and wrapped it around my arm before taking a deap breath and calling Ally.

She was, after all, getting her medical degree.

She should be able to fix a little scratch, right?

Maybe a big scratch....

"Hello?" I heard a raspy voice respond- A GUY'S VOICE.

Oh my God, this is Alex's voice! Zander, what ever the hell his name is, it's him! Did they sleep together-

"Hello? Brent?" he asked and i heard Ally's voice in the backround, asking what was wrong.

"Hey... I'm in some trouble and kind of sort got my tires shot at and my arm is bleeding out. Can you guys maybe pick me up? AND DO NOT CALL NINE-ONE-ONE! I have a friend who can get the car, just get-"

"GOD DAMN IT, BRENT! DID YOU JOIN A GANG OR SOMETHING?!" Ally's voice boomed on the other side.

"No, but I might have just shot the guy who killed Lilly." I said. She hung up and I was soon picked up.

I had some explaining to do.