His shoes clacked against the cool concrete. Click clack. Click clack. He smiled a cruel grin, his swagger showed his cool demeanor. He walked calmly, despite the chaos behind him. He didn’t need to worry. Oh, no. This was all part of the fun. Why worry when the show was just about to begin?
He should've left by now; there was no reason to stay any longer. Time was of the essence and all that. He looked down to what he was holding. The tiny silver key in the palm of his hand, the reason for this dramatic scene. No one was hurt. Not this time. He could avoid blood; he should.
He looked back for a second. The police had arrived, along with the firefighters and ambulance. They were searching the building, looking for the reason to the fire. By the time they would realize, he would already be gone. He took out his phone, dialing the number and listened to the dial tone.
“Hello?” a distressed girl answered. His smile grew bigger.
“Did you miss me?”
The girl’s voice suddenly changed to steel. “No, I did not. In fact, I was happy to think you were dead.”
“Ouch!” he whistled. “Be careful, there. One of these days I might actually take offense to your insults.”
“I can only pray for that day.”
“Feisty, aren’t we?”
“Did you do this?”
“A little vague there. What could you possibly mean by ‘this’?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. This, this fire. You did it, didn’t you?”
“I don’t know. Did I?”
“Don’t play games with me.”
He sighed. “You really are no fun.” He kept walking. “You see, I haven’t done anything at all. There are no bodies, a little fire is all, nothing,” he paused, tightening his hold on the tiny key. “stolen, I presume.”
“You presume? Who even says that?” she questioned.
“I do, thank you very much. It's widely used by many people.”
“Yeah, okay,” she said with a short laugh, her voice filled with sarcasm.
“Your idea of humor isn't amusing,” he snapped.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she retorted. “Is there anything else you’d like to say? Since we’re being wildly optimistic.”
“Well,” he began. “I was fully intending to gloat, perhaps maybe brag a little. You know, a little ‘ha ha, in your face. I beat you’ kind of thing. Maybe a little ‘I am the champion’ singing. Or maybe a little break dancing. Now that, Alice, would be wildly optimistic indeed. But sadly, you just have that way of being a party-pooper. You literally sucked out all the fun in it.” He sighed, as if it was a true loss.
“Well, I’m so sorry. Would you like me to nurse your wounds, get you a lollipop, and tell you everything is going to be better,” she said in a voice for little children. He could practically see her mock-pouting.
“No, that’s okay. But I would like it very much if you would kiss me better,” he contradicted, playing her charade.
“You’re getting on my nerves, Rogers.”
“That’s kind of the plan. Wow, Alice, you are really out of the loop.”
“Shut up!”
“Which brings us back to my feisty theory.”
“Okay, I’m done playing games with you,” she said. “Where are you, anyway? Lurking in the shadows? Watching from a distance?”
He laughed. “The way you say that sounds like you think I’m a stalker, of all things.”
“Hey, you said it, not me.”
“I am many things, Alice, but I don’t think stalker is one of them. I haven’t found a muse yet to stalk. But I can guarantee you’ll be the first I tell when it happens. Pinky promise. Unless, of course,” he raised his eyebrows, smiling at the thought. “you would like to be my muse?”
“Please,” Alice replied sternly. “That would be the last thing I’d want to do.”
“But it’s still on the list. And that’s all I need.”
“You know,” she said, completely ignoring what he had just said. “I have always waited for this moment.”
“The moment I ask you if I can be your stalker? Well, that escalated quickly."
“No, not that, although, you are dead-on about it escalating quickly. You see, you may be smart, but that doesn’t mean you’re the only one.” What was she talking about? And why did it seem like her voice was getting louder. He turned around.
There she was, looking right at him. "In fact, I think I just about won. What do you think?” He narrowed his eyes for a second. He turned back around. Police surrounded him, pointing their guns. He was trapped.
“I think,” he said, tilting his head while raising his hands. “that I want a redo.”
Alice smiled, shut the phone, and walked toward him. Each step was of confidence. She kept walking until she was mere inches away from him. “Sorry, but there are no redo’s in reality.” She took out her handcuffs and said, “Hands behind your back.” He turned and felt the cuffs fasten around his wrists.
“How’d you find me anyway?” he mused.
“Funny thing is we can track phones now.”
“Fancy that.”
She was grinning, her whole body practically glowing. “Devin Rogers, a.k.a. the Devil Dealer, you are under arrest.”
He rolled his eyes. “Please, Alice. I think we can skip the formalities. You know you can just call me Devin.”
“No, this can afford to be formal. Time to read your rights, Dev.”
“I'm looking forward to it.” He muttered.
It was her turn to roll her eyes. She nodded toward the other officers. “Read him his rights, make sure he has no weapons, take him to the car, and get him booked.”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied the officers obediently.
She stretched out her arms. “Thank god,” she commented. “And I had thought this was going to interfere with my show today. Now that would’ve been a shame.”
“What show?” said Devin, as the officers padded him down for weapons.
“Castle. Why do you ask?”
“Well, that’s predictable.”
“Really?” she asked, crossing her arms. “And why is that?”
“Well, it’s a cop show. You are a cop. You do the math.”
“Not every cop watches cop shows!”
“Well, you’re not exactly a very good example, now are you?”
“All right, I’m done talking with you. I’m going home. See you tomorrow, Devin. Have fun in a jail cell.”
Devin gave her a cocky grin. “Will do. And you make sure to have twice as much fun with your show. To make up for me.”
She couldn’t help but smile a little as she walked into the distance. “You can bet that I will.” Her heels clacked against the cool concrete, the way his shoes had done only a couple minutes ago. Only this time it was in the opposite direction and for a whole different reason.
In all the excitment, no one noticed Devin's expression. The small smile appearing on his face was hidden. No one noticed his chuckle. No one was curious enough to check to see the phone that had him locked in handcuffs. Most importantly, with everything going on, no one once wondered how they caught one of the most wanted criminals so easily.
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A/N
Hey guys!
So, I decided that I wanted to put up another story so I can go back and forth with this one and Uncrossed Stars. I promise this story gets better. Don't judge yet. It gets more interesting afterwards.
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