Bullet

Chapter 35

Storm jumped when his phone went off, the dull ache in his side annoyed him, it was Baloc.

'Hey, did you check out the store?'

'Yes I did... But uh...'.

Storm could tell that this was information no one wanted to hear, 'it belongs to Deacon's brother, Greg, the letter on the bullet accessory and the jacket were connected, we were all right, they were initials, Greg Adam Delfino.
Storm cursed, 'did you tell her?' A pause, 'yes, I did, she apparently had gone back to her home to get a few things and she came across her brother's jacket, and when she picked it up, some shards of glass fell out of the pockets and there was a tear'. He was right there in front of us the whole time.

'Are you fucking kidding me!?'

'I don't know where he is, Deacon said that he was gone this morning and she hasn't heard back from him'.

Shit, they had the killer in their grasp now.

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There were two cops guarding the girls house, fucking hell, he rubbed his temples. He'd have to go around the back, but of course, she had a dog and he'd rather not have another bite on his ankle, he'd been lucky with a flesh wound and no broken bones. He moved quietly through, passing the bedroom window, I'd assume she'd locked that window now... Maybe even all of them, which means he would have to draw her out.
The backyard was small, way too small, he stopped in his tracks when he heard footsteps making their way towards him. Where the hell was the dog? He jumped over the fence, silently cursing as his ankle protested, keep going like this and you'll definitely break your ankle. His eyes scanned the clearing, no dog in sight, she'd be inside. He grabbed a couple of pots and dropped them, they were only small, but they made a lot of noise and he hoped that he'd only caught her attention. He backed into the corner, waiting patiently, seeing the back door open and watching her stepping outside, 'what the hell?' She rushed to the plant pots. But before she could do anything else, he had lunged towards her. He used the strap from the camera and wrapped it around her neck, pulling tightly as quickly as he could to cut her airways. If she screamed, then the dog would be heard and then the cops at the front. His grip on the strap tightened, pulling her upwards more so that her feet were no longer on the ground. She kicked furiously, trying to break free. But she was small and the strap was pulled too tight for her to wedge her fingers underneath. But she was getting heavy, so he lowered her a little so that he could quickly twist around and stand up again, this time her back against his own, treating her like a sac.
He could hear her gasping for air, but he could tell that she was losing consciousness. Suddenly there was a resounding snap and she went limp, huh, well that was easier than I thought. Carefully he laid her body down onto the grass, keeping an eye out around him. The dog hadn't even sensed him, that's good enough for me. Satisfaction was key and he was glad that he was able to deal with her, he'd even thought about killing the dog, but it was just a dog and he'd also waste his time. He checked his watch, he had to get back to her, she was so close but yet so far and he was hoping to end all of this, he'd waited long enough.