Okay, so I've got a slight working title for this project. Don't know if I like it yet, but hey, writing this is helping me do what I do best, procrastinate from my essays...
Tyler hurried through the alleys and looked around for something he recognised. On the horizon he saw the the Space Needle. Great, he was still in Seattle. That was a start. By the looks of things, he was downtown, a place he not often visited which is why he assumed he wasn't so familiar with these buildings. He caught his reflection in a window, his dyed blue hair was a mess, patched with areas of purple where blood had no doubt splattered onto him. That would also account for the dark splotches on his skin and clothes. He looked a wreck, like he hadn't slept for a week, but then is this was new year's day, and the last he could remember was boxing day, then maybe it had been a week since he slept; maybe this was some kind of sleep deprivation induced hallucination. He touched his face and looked at his palm; fresh, wet blood... This was no hallucination. What had happened back there with the shotgun and that poor person was real. He leant against the wall and looked to the sky. If he was downtown, that meant he was only a few miles from home. He could get in a taxi and just hide away. No, no taxi would take him anywhere covered in blood. And if he really did kill that person, then the police would be after him and would check his home first as soon as he'd been identified. He had to find that club! He had to find her. He rummaged in his pockets; wallet, phone, keys, all still there, plus a packet of matches. N-Tice. That was the club! The one he'd been to on boxing day. He breathed a small sigh of relief. At least he knew now that he could at least hopefully get some answers. He began to move once more, jogging towards his apartment building. He planned to get cleaned up, then he'd find that club.
It had been hours since they'd brought Cassie into the police station. She was currently in one of those questioning rooms; she couldn't help but think that it looked exactly like the ones they had on TV. The door to the room opened and the detective who'd been questioning her reentered, with her, that woman, that same hair, that same dress, who was she?! Cassie looked baffled between the two of them and the woman moved to take a seat, lazily drifting one leg over the other and resting her hands upon her knee and flicking her hair to one side. "Cassie, dear..." Her voice was soft, delicate, sultry; she really was beautiful. "Detective Sloane here has told me all about what you've done. He's worked for me for quite some time now..." she switched knees. "Right now you're wondering who I am, what you did, why you did it and how I'm involved, correct?" Cassie sniffed and nodded. "Come with me my dear, Eddie will take care of the paperwork, isn't that right my dear?" She stood and stroked Sloane's chin who nodded and looked to her with a half smile and a raised eyebrow, placing his hands behind his back and turning to one side, allowing the woman to stand in the doorway "Well? Are you coming, or do you want to serve potential multiple life sentences for murdering your hubby to be?" Cassie blinked, stunned; how did she know about her and Steve? She seemed liked the only way to get answers right now, so grudgingly, Cassie took to her feet and slowly shuffled after this mystery woman.
Wow, you lucky lucky people, not only a double update today, but this one's a longer one too! (That's what she said, I thank you!) I'm always welcoming of feedback, especially on the proposed title.
Adios for now,
Craiggy.
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