The Yellow Skittle Sociopaths

Chapter 4

I kept running until I made it halfway to the police station, completely ignoring the driving rain. I paused only to send a brief message:

"Missing something?"

And I began to run again. Somehow, I knew I would never get there in time.

"Taxi!" I screamed, holding my right arm high. A yellow cab pulled over, and I clambered into the smelly backseat, immediately looking to the right side and expecting to see the cabby, but instead saw a passenger seat.

"I hate America." I muttered. I looked to the left and the white-haired, bent old driver asked in his crumbly voice;

"Destination?"

"New York Police department. Stat!" I yelled, and the cab sped off down the street.

But then, just my luck, we hit a traffic light. I threw ten dollars into the front seat and climbed out, slamming the creaky door behind me and taking off at a run. At this rate, I'd never make it.

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"You've still got her?" I demanded once I reached the receptionist. She merely shrugged her shoulders and nodded toward the filing room. I could only see one shadow behind the drawn blinds, and I knew that silhouette was too portly to be my nemesis.

"Bloody idiots!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air and striding across the tile floor and into the office. No one was there, aside from that little woman, oh.... I forgot her name. Whatever.

"Was she here?" I barked, staring across the piles of paper to stare menacingly at the Chief. "You said you were ready!"

The little woman trembled. I must have scared her by my sudden outburst, dripping trench coat and askew scarf (my favorite color, navy blue): good.

"S-she was here, Miss Jackson, she left not a moment ago!"

I wanted to lash out, throw a chair, but I refrained. This woman was my one source of information and was bloody good at disguises; I needed her and didn't want to scare her too badly. Instead I ran my fingers through my messy hair and heaved an enormous sigh. "Then where did she go?"

The woman pointed a shaky finger out the door. "I-I don't know. She just bolted after her phone beeped."

My innards jumped with possibility. Brilliant. Bloody brilliant. She got the text; which means she knows only one person could have sent it. Me.

I began to jump around the office, positively giddy. She was here. Im getting closer.

"Brilliant brilliant BRILLIANT!" I sang at the top of my lungs, completely ignoring the dirty looks the Chief was giving me, as she watched my knee-high black leather boots tracking mud over the floor.

I turned and began to stride away, but turned back and poked my head around the wooden frame once more while pulling out my phone to prepare for another text.

"Oh, and clean this mess up."

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