Avenge him

Whose The Hottie?

Abbie's POV

"I'm M-Megan," she stuttered.

I sat back in the booth and put on a smile.

"Here," he hands Megan a piece of note book paper folded over along with a envelope full of a hundred dollar bills. "And here's something for later." He took out a pen and wrote on a napkin. "Call me." Were his last words with a smirk before leaving the store.

"He likes you, he likes you," I sing.

"Abbie, cut it out. This is strict business," Megan replied putting on a straight face, but I notice the slight blush rising on her cheeks.

"Oh, come on! The guy likes you! And he's hot!"

"Ok, he's a little hot. But I'm not going out with the man!"

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because I said so!"

I laugh a little, "is that the best you can come up with?"

"Shut up Abbie."

"Fine, what does the note say?" I ask. With all of our babbling, we almost forgot about the note. She carefully unfolds the note.

"It says the killer visits Bottles everyday at 12:45. Oh! It also says that the killer has a large dragon tattoo going down their side." She says grabbing her purse. "We better go it's 12:30 now!"

"Well what are we waiting for!" I proclaim.

"Do you have your gun?" Megan asks.

"Of course I have my gun, what kind of question is that?" I state.

*******

Megan pulled up at Bottles.

"How come you never drive?" She asks.

"My car is in the shop."

"Your car is always in the shop," she says stepping out of the car.

I stick the tip of my gun in the back hem of my pants. My jacket hides the rest.

"Ready to find our killer?" I smile. She nods doing the same with her gun. Walking through the door I automatically go into observe mode.

A sketchy woman with a beanie on sat in the corner looking out the window. A man sat against a wall completely wasted. Another woman sat at the bar counter flirting with the bartender.

"Megan," I whisper heading towards the bar counter. "That's the same bar tender we interviewed five years ago." Sitting down we continue talking.

"Can I get you any-," the bartender looked at us intently before a bell went off in his head. "Hey! I remember you two. Say, did you ever figure out who killed that poor guy?"

"No," I mumbled irritated.

"That's a darn shame, can I get you anything? Like my number maybe?"

I turn to Megan and laugh. She gave me a 'Don't you dare do it' look.

"I will take a scotch on the rocks, and I believe my friend will take you up on that number offer."

He winked at Megan than turned around. She hit the side of my arm.

"Aye! What was that for? Still stuck on that Jake guy?" I say trying not the laugh. She eyed me before turning around. The man came back with my scotch and a napkin.

"Do you know any of these peoples names?" Megan asked getting straight to the point as usual.

He was a little taken back, but settled down. "Yeah all of them why?"

"Can you write them all down?" Megan asked.

"And why would I do that?" I laugh at his lame attempt of flirting.

"Do it and my friend will go on a date with you," she stated. I jump a little in my seat.

"What!" I mumbled to her, but she just pushed me back.

"You gotta deal," he smiled showing his yellow teeth.

"I officially hate you," I mumbled after he left.

She dramatically places a hand over her heart. "Tell me again at your wedding." She then has the nerve to grin.

Yep, I hate her.