the kid who had been with the victim the night before. Right now, it just looked like someone had picked up a hooker to kill. It wasn’t uncommon for killers to pick up prostitutes, male or female, when they were hungry for blood.
Agent Turner stood and eyed his partner. “Let’s go. If we want to catch the kid who was with him last night, now is the best time. Hopefully, we’ll get to him before he wakes up.” As far as he was concerned, it would serve a two-fold purpose: they could catch Toby off-guard and he could get Rene away from the beat cop.
He waited until they were in the car to vent. “What the fuck is it with that guy? He just doesn’t give up!”
“Why, if I didn’t know any better, David, I might think you were jealous.”
“It’s Agent Turner at work and another thing, it isn’t professional for him to be openly hitting on you in public.”
“Outbursts like this aren’t professional, Agent Turner. ”
“Whatever, Rene. Whatever.”
“Your jealousy is going to alert people to the fact that we’re fucking, David.”
He didn’t answer. He just silently made a three point turn and started heading to Toby’s address. If he was the last person to see Allyn last night, then he was the one most likely to give them the answers they needed.
Two blocks of strained silence later, they pulled into the parking lot of a dilapidated downtown apartment building located at 2 nd and Magnolia. Though the neighborhood was a mixture of refurbished historical houses and rundown apartments, the polar opposite population seemed to dwell together in a harmony redolent of ever changing neighborhoods. Neighborhoods here were like many big cities in that they changed from block to block.
“I can’t help it. That guy bugs me.” Agent Turner spoke in a meek tone, eyeing her through his long, dark lashes.
“Such a good boy,” she crooned, rubbing her hand over the top of his thigh.
They exited the car and made their way into the poorly lit hallway. Though the sun shined brightly outside, there was nothing sunny or inviting about the building they just entered. Whether it was the soiled light fixtures that hung on the graffiti riddled walls, the fact that there were no windows, or the low wattage bulbs placed sporadically throughout the building by a landlord who had quit caring about upkeep years ago, the lighting was dim at best.
Toby
The knock on the door pulled Toby from his fitful slumber. He had gone to sleep with one eye open, certain his attacker would return.
Fuck, what if it was that drunk from the night before beating on his door?
He cautiously tiptoed to the door and looked through the peephole. To his surprise, instead of the drunken asshole, he saw two cops, identifying themselves with their badges presented. He unlocked the door but left the chain attached, as if it would him offer some kind of protection if they weren’t who they said they were. He highly doubted that was the case though. Years of being on the streets had taught him how to spot law enforcement and these two were definitely just that… cops.
“What can I help you with?”
“We need to talk. A dead body was found this morning and you were the last person to be seen with him,” the tall man standing at his door informed him. Toby eyed the couple in the standard black suits with white shirts and instinctively knew that they were officers from a higher bracket than he was accustomed to seeing on the streets. Most of the undercover police in this neighborhood were either detectives or undercover drug agents. These two cops didn’t fit the bill for either of those positions.
“Allyn?” It was enough to make Toby open the door and allow them entrance into his small apartment. Now that he got a closer look at their badges, his suspicions were confirmed. These two were FBI and, fuck, now he was scared.
Toby moved the clothing, that had been washed, folded, and placed in a laundry basket from his last trip to the
Agent Turner stood and eyed his partner. “Let’s go. If we want to catch the kid who was with him last night, now is the best time. Hopefully, we’ll get to him before he wakes up.” As far as he was concerned, it would serve a two-fold purpose: they could catch Toby off-guard and he could get Rene away from the beat cop.
He waited until they were in the car to vent. “What the fuck is it with that guy? He just doesn’t give up!”
“Why, if I didn’t know any better, David, I might think you were jealous.”
“It’s Agent Turner at work and another thing, it isn’t professional for him to be openly hitting on you in public.”
“Outbursts like this aren’t professional, Agent Turner. ”
“Whatever, Rene. Whatever.”
“Your jealousy is going to alert people to the fact that we’re fucking, David.”
He didn’t answer. He just silently made a three point turn and started heading to Toby’s address. If he was the last person to see Allyn last night, then he was the one most likely to give them the answers they needed.
Two blocks of strained silence later, they pulled into the parking lot of a dilapidated downtown apartment building located at 2 nd and Magnolia. Though the neighborhood was a mixture of refurbished historical houses and rundown apartments, the polar opposite population seemed to dwell together in a harmony redolent of ever changing neighborhoods. Neighborhoods here were like many big cities in that they changed from block to block.
“I can’t help it. That guy bugs me.” Agent Turner spoke in a meek tone, eyeing her through his long, dark lashes.
“Such a good boy,” she crooned, rubbing her hand over the top of his thigh.
They exited the car and made their way into the poorly lit hallway. Though the sun shined brightly outside, there was nothing sunny or inviting about the building they just entered. Whether it was the soiled light fixtures that hung on the graffiti riddled walls, the fact that there were no windows, or the low wattage bulbs placed sporadically throughout the building by a landlord who had quit caring about upkeep years ago, the lighting was dim at best.
Toby
The knock on the door pulled Toby from his fitful slumber. He had gone to sleep with one eye open, certain his attacker would return.
Fuck, what if it was that drunk from the night before beating on his door?
He cautiously tiptoed to the door and looked through the peephole. To his surprise, instead of the drunken asshole, he saw two cops, identifying themselves with their badges presented. He unlocked the door but left the chain attached, as if it would him offer some kind of protection if they weren’t who they said they were. He highly doubted that was the case though. Years of being on the streets had taught him how to spot law enforcement and these two were definitely just that… cops.
“What can I help you with?”
“We need to talk. A dead body was found this morning and you were the last person to be seen with him,” the tall man standing at his door informed him. Toby eyed the couple in the standard black suits with white shirts and instinctively knew that they were officers from a higher bracket than he was accustomed to seeing on the streets. Most of the undercover police in this neighborhood were either detectives or undercover drug agents. These two cops didn’t fit the bill for either of those positions.
“Allyn?” It was enough to make Toby open the door and allow them entrance into his small apartment. Now that he got a closer look at their badges, his suspicions were confirmed. These two were FBI and, fuck, now he was scared.
Toby moved the clothing, that had been washed, folded, and placed in a laundry basket from his last trip to the
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