Dealings With The Devil

Chapter Two: Suspect

I turned down the road, no longer in the city. I was on the outer parts of it, more so suburban than anything. Lindell had texted me the information that I needed. I looked around, finding the street I needed. Milling Lane. I turned down, the road filled with cute looking homes.

They all seemed so sweet and innocent. Hard to think a possible murder lived here. "There. That's it." I came to the stop at the house marked 112. Taking the key out, I placed it into my pocket. Getting out of the car, I shut the door. The porch was painted white, with a brown porch swing hanging at the side. The house was painted a pastel yellow with a white trim on the roof and a pastel blue tile.

It's cute.

Walking up the steps, I knocked on the door. "NYPD. Open up." I yelled. The door opened without hesitation, reveling a Spanish woman. She had big doe eyes with chocolate orbs. Her skin was a light tan and her hair was an autumn brown. Her lashes were long and black, her hair down to her waist. She was quiet a pretty woman. Only a few years older than me.

"How can I help you officer?" She asked, her accent thick. I looked past her into the home. "Does Lucas Gonzales live here?" Her eyes avoided my gaze. "Yes ma'am. He just left for work." I nodded. "Alright. May I come in to ask you some questions?" She hesitated, still looking away. Finally, she nodded, moving to the side. I entered, making sure my back wasn't to her.

"This way." She led me to a comfortable looking living room, with a white couch and tan rocking chair in it. The room definitely screamed 'Latino,' but it was clearly well taken care of. I took a seat in the rocking chair, my back to the wall. "So. May you tell me your name?" She nodded, fidgeting a little. "Maria Sanchez. Lucas is my brother." I lifted my eyebrows. "How so?"

I opened my notebook, taking out a pen. "He's my younger brother. He was born by another man." I nodded, writing it down. "What does Lucas do for a living?" Maria looked around, as if asking for an excuse to get up and leave. "He's a reporter. He works at New York Times." I wrote it down. "I have one more question-"

"Maria?"

I looked up, hearing a new voice. I stood, hand on my gun. A tall man entered the living room. He had a black hair cut short, stubble on his strong jaw, black hair combed over. His skin was white and smooth, his eyes so dark that they were almost black. Something about him was not friendly at all, his good looks only a distraction. He had a muscular body, his suit failing to hide how built he really was. His voice was dark and smooth, making me uneasy.

His eyes flicked from Maria, nervous on the couch, to me, ready to shoot the shit out of him if needed. "Maria. What's going on?" He was clearly more American, his Spanish accent faint. "Lucas! ¡¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?!"(Lucas! What are you doing here?!)Maria quickly asked. "María, ¿que está pasando?"(Maria, what is going on?) Maria looked at me, her hands gesturing. "Ella es una policia!"(She's a cop!)

"¡¿Que?!"(What?!)

I rolled my eyes. "You either talk in English or I make you." Lucas looked at me, his eyes traveling my body. "Buen cuerpo." I opened my coat, flashing my gun for a moment. "Lucas Gonzales, you're coming with me. Now." Maria looked panicked if anything. "Lucas por favor! ¡Solo deshazte de ella!"(Lucas please! Just get rid of her!)

"La matare. Salí. Ahora."(I'll kill her. Get out. Now.)

Maria ran out, tears streaming down her face. "So Officer." He spoke. I felt the sudden change in the atmosphere. The air was thick. And dangerous. "What is it you'd like to know?" He steppes closer, his eyes calm. "I want you to get into the car park outside. Then we're driving for you to get questioned." He laughed, shaking his head. "I won't do that. We can do it here." I smirked. "Alright. Let's do it here."

He launched at me, grabbing my waist. We both fell to the ground, and I kneed him. He cried out as I wiggled out from under him, pulling my gun. He knocked my hand away, pinning it to the floor. He was to my right, so I turned my body where I kicked him in the face. His grip loosened, and I took the chance. Climbing to my feet, I stomped on his hand. Pointing the gun to his face, I kept my heel on his wrist.

"Deberías tener más cuidado. Nunca se sabe quién habla español."(You should be more careful. You never know who speaks Spanish.)

He looked at me, his face stone. "Chica inteligente."(Smart girl.)

I heard the cock of a gun, and I spun around, gun raised. Maria held a gun to my head, her eyes full of tears. "I'm sorry Officer. But you can't live. You've stuck your nose in the wrong place." I looked at her. "Maria, I'm nineteen years old. Do you really want to kill me? A girl whose just started her life?" A snicker came from below. "Shut up Gonzales." I spat.

Maria looked at me. Her hand was shaking, and she had to grip the gun with both. "I-I have to kill you. Or they'll kill me." I kept my breaths even, showing I wasn't rattled. "Who? Who will kill you?" I asked. "The Demons. The Demons will." I blinked. "The Demons? Is that a gang?" I asked. I had never heard of the Demons. "No. The Demons from Hell. They serve Satan himself." I narrowed my eyes. "Demons dont exist Maria. Neither does Satan."

She shook her head, tears falling. "They do. The murders. Satan kills them. I don't know how, but him and his Demons kill them." This girl was A class crazy. "Maria. I can protect you. Just please. Put the gun down." Her eyes were now wild, holding a madness I had never seen in a human. "NO! The Demons will find me! I've already said too much!" She moved her gun to her head, finger on the trigger. "Maria. Maria put the gun down."

"No. No it's my time. I have to go." She spoke. "Maria! Put the damn gun down!" Lucas yelled. "No Lucas. You told me I would have the opportunity to say goodbye someday. This is my goodbye." She gave a small, sad smile, her eyes clearing for a moment. "Thank you Lucas. Thank you." I jumped at her, knocking her to the ground. Caught off guard, she dropped the gun. I grabbed it pointing it at her. One was at Lucas, one at Maria.

I heard sounds of sirens in the distance, and I exhaled, realizing that I wasn't breathing this whole time. The door was kicked in, and Lindell's face popped into the room. "Nice Merrill. You already got two." She grabbed Maria, pining her hands behind her back. "Careful. She's suicidal." I added. Lindell nodded, taking Maria out in cuffs. I grabbed Lucas, cuffing him as well. "Now you get some new jewelry."

He let out a laugh. "Tell me Officer. Are you really nineteen?" I shoved him, forcing him out the door. "That's none of your business. Now I advise you to keep your damn mouth shut. You already tried to kill an Officer. Don't dig a bigger hole for yourself." I opened the door, pushing him in. I got in myself, starting up the engine.

"Just wait until The Demons hear about this." Lucas chuckled.

I looked at him in the mirror, his eyes meeting mine. "Shut the hell up." I pulled out, taking this psycho with me.