Last Drop
", let's tell us how did you understand the murder was ? He got nothing t share with the victim" a journalist, quite nice, ask me. I smile, winking, and show off my 'press look'.
"Well, overall he was the victim's son in law, even if they didn't talk each other since years. And then..." I make a catchy pause, to create some suspance. "I had a vital clue" I pass, as usual a hand on my temple, pretending I'm having a vision. I see Gus gesturing me to cut it off, and Jules smiling at me. "Detective Lassiter didn't believe it was been him, so I was sure he was guilty!" I end up, with cheerful tone. I see Lassie turn into red, and assume that killer look which is always dedicated to me. I make bye-bye with the hand, and I prepare myself to run. When journalists go away, he moves toward me.
"I swear Spencer, you'll pay hard for this!" he hiss. I skew the head, then I turn to Gus.
"Let's sign it Gus! How many do we have?" I yell. He pretend to think about it.
"With this, is thirty-two times he said you'll pay for it" Jules come out with a laugh, earning a disgusted look from Lassie.
"You can't really help but being so out of place, can you? I just missed a public statement!" he shout. I breath in, close my eyes and let the sweet breeze of half may to graze me.
Then I open my eyes and put my hands on his shoulder.
"Lassie, try to understand. I like you, you and me, we're such a good pair, but you have to take your instincts apart" I wave my hands before his face "They pollute your halo" I add, persuasive. He grind, then put a hand on his holster.
"This is time for me to shoot at you, Spencer" he whisper. I turn toward Gus.
"Hey, my friend! What's on our program now?" I ask.
"I really think that is..." he come slowly toward me, then he grasp my arm "A retreat!" we start running, trailed by Lassie.
"See you later Jules! Don't worry, I'll try not to hurt your partner!" I scream toward the blonde, who's now laughing flat out.
"Come back here, Spencer! You can't escape forever!" I hear yelling behind me. I keep on running, laughing. Teasing Carlton Lassiter is one of the ten most beautiful things in the world.