Yay Chapter 2 has arrived :D sorry if the ending sounds a bit asinine. Atm it sounded cute & witty to me. lol Enjoy!
Red arrived at the apartment. Pulling the brim of his chocolate brown fedora down a bit to combat the cold from stinging his eyes. As soon as his hand reached for the doorknob he felt a qualm overcome him.
Giving it a moment to abate, he then takes a breath and turns the knob. What lay before him was like something out of a war zone.
Chairs overturned, banister rails broken & splintered. In the kitchen area knelt Liz, beside her lay Tom's body, a single bullet to the head.
"I knew something was off..knew it..and I didn't do a damn thing to stop it"
Keen choked back shaking words- looking up at Red with an expression that seemed she was searching for an answer.
He removed his hat, lying it on the dining room table. Sitting back on his haunches and lays a comforting hand on Keen's back.
"Lizzie, as difficult as this is for me to relay.. Tom wasn't who you thought he was.."
Her hand brushes at a tear, attempt in vain to fix her running mascara. She kept trying to convince herself nothing was amiss. That the case with Jolene was just freak circumstance. Now that reality was staring her in the face there was no more trying to live in blissful ignorance.
"What did they want with him?"
Liz asks, her voice low. Not removing her eyes from the body. Also taking note of Tom's strewn retro glasses a couple inches away-only one of the lens remained in the frame. She reaches over and plucked them off the floor-holding them tightly to her chest.
"Liz." Red began in an almost despondent tone. .."Tom was part of an organization known as The Alumni.. based out of Istanbul.. mainly a covert operation to gather intel from the US government and FBI"
There was nothing but silence that followed. Processing everything he had said. How could she have been so ignorant to believe the multiple passports, ID's and money weren't his?
"I'll have my people look into this..I have a few contacts in Turkey"
Red stated, getting to his feet and making his way towards the table to retrieve the hat. Liz meanwhile hadn't moved from her spot. Now with this new involvement with Tom he knew his secret would undoubtedly be exposed.
His hand absentmindedly gravitating towards his stomach. He was, to the best of his guess, about 8 weeks. Aside from nausea, thankfully there were no other signs indicative that he was with-child.
Glancing over at Liz whom was finally standing. The thick, black glasses still in her hands. Red figured this was most likely handiwork of The Alumni. A "job" gone awry on Tom's part.
"We were going to have a child together"
She utters suddenly. Once again trying to keep the tears at bay. From the corner of his eye he could see the small black & white sonogram contrasted by a brightly themed magnet it hung by on the fridge. In his usual charming sense in attempts to lift her spirits he said..
"Elizabeth, count your blessings. The man created ID's and passports with aliases. You could've wound-up with a birth certificate for a Cabbage Patch Doll."
