She Dead

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  "Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer."~ Dark Jar Tin Zoo


Jack was in a bad mood.

His face or actions didn't show his ill feelings but V.C. had gotten particularity good at reading the back of his neck to know that he was beyond stressed.

The fact that Jack had had to let, not only Slade Emblem, but also that annoying jerk-face of a lawyer, Merhaba, go had not put him in high spirits.

Partially, V.C. blamed herself.

If she only hadn't hurdled that cell phone at Merhaba, he wouldn't have been able to phone his $1220 an hour lawyer and make a quick get-a-away while she and Jack were gone, chasing Silvia.

Slade Emblem's departure hadn't been her fault. Jack hadn't found any probable cause to charge him with so, unfortunately, they had had to let him go.

Sans hunting knife, of course.

Not before he told V.C. she was fired and that Kingmaker would be hearing from his lawyer. Like that was supposed to scare her.

She had faced down bank robbers, terrorists, and serial killers, armed with only her sharpened wit and possibly a pocketful of animal crackers. She never walked into a life or death situation without a snack.

So to say the least, his threats didn't worry her. At all.

What did worry her was Jack.

If he found out that she now had no reason to stay in Rinshawn and investigate, he might send her packing. She thought that they had come a long way since her first arrival to Rinshawn. At least now he wasn't verbally threatening her with arrest every other sentence.

But that didn't mean he wasn't thinking it. 

Previously, the thought of leaving this dinky town relieved her. But now, reading the hunched shoulders of the Commander in front of her, she doubted he would survive without her to toe the line around him and visa versa in regards to his nitpicking.

And then there was his proclamation before he went into the room. About his father. That comment was wearing away at her conscience. . .

It was making it hard for her to concentrate on the task at hand. 

Right now, they were currently going through every piece of paper, folder, file, or receipt from both the storage unit and Silvia's house, in the attempt to get a clue on her whereabouts.

Since her plan to blackmail Slade out of $45,000 failed, Silvia would be desperate. It was best if they found her before she could do any more damage.

If they found her. . .

Shaking her head, V.C. rounded the couch and took a seat next to the grumpy Commander. He didn't notice her approach, too absorbed in the laundry list of Silvia's purchase.

Riveting stuff. . .

V.C. peeked over his shoulder at the invoice he was inspecting carefully.

Seriously, who needed 427 pairs of shoes?!

V.C. enjoyed the finer things in life as much as the next gal but having that many pairs of shoes teetered on compulsive buying disorder. 

"Find anything interesting?" V.C. questioned, hoping to break him out of his thoughts.

Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Jack frowned and shook his head. "No. Nothing." Jack tossed the file down on his lap and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "What about you?"

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