Prank Call
By Half an Inch
Saturday, April 17, 4:37 P.M
"Kill me now," Alex thought as he collapsed on the sofa in his living room.
Africa had been hell. The sun was relentless, breathing down his neck the whole time. He almost got eaten alive by a tiger, and the 'drug cartel' he was investigating was nothing but a food transport. He was sore all over and jet lagged.
All he wanted to do was sleep. No sooner had he sat down, the phone rang. Alex groaned. So not his day.
He painfully made his way to the phone. It was still screaming bloody murder. He picked it up and pressed it to his ear.
"What?" He snapped. Alex didn't recognize the person on the other end, even as he said in a panicked tone,"Sir, I have the package and hid the body."
Alex rolled his eyes. Tom. He decided to play along. "That's what I pay you idiots for?" He growled.
His eyes widened when the man on the other side gasped, "We got rid of the evidence and witnesses."
Alex had to give it to Tom. He was a good actor. "Do you have asthma? Why are you breathing like that?" He said instead. "I've got the police on my tail. Trying to lose 'em." The man answered as bullets were heard in the background. Yep. Definitely a good actor.
Alex chuckled. "Good. Bury the package under the bridge near the Thames." He hung up.
Rider household
Sunday April 18, 10:45 P.M
The next day, Alex called Tom back. "Hey Al. What's up? How was Africa?"
Alex smiled. "Like hell. Just wanted to congratulate you on your acting skills."
He could almost hear the frown in Toms voice. "Acting skills?"
Alex copied Toms actions and frowned. "Last night? The prank call..." He trailed off. "I didn't call you last night.." Tom was saying, but Alex had stopped listening.
It really hadn't been Tom. "Oh, shit," He cursed as he realized to a full extent of what he had done.
"Call you back," he muttered meekly and slammed the phone back on the receiver. "Bloody Hell."
Thames River
Sunday April 18, 12:24 P.M
Alex hopped of his bike and steered it towards the bridge. He scanned his surroundings. Spotting a patch of recently upturned dirt, Alex walked towards it.
He used his fingers to brush it away. Soon enough, his fingers hit something hard.
It was a box. Alex pried it open. Inside was a note that caused him to inhale sharply.
In the classic ripped-up-magazine font, it read:
Smile, Cub. :) You got pranked.
It was signed by no other, than K unit. Alex crumpled the paper in anger. As he straightened up, he couldn't help but think that someone was going to die tonight.