Chapter Seven
Richard's Law Firm, 12.30pm
Richard sat behind his desk, furiously tapping a pen against his keyboard. He knew he should be working but he was far too agitated to. Paul Swanson, the hitman, had called half an hour ago saying he'd found Jack and was following him, waiting for an opportunity to strike. He hadn't yet called back.
Impatience turned to anger and Richard hurled the pen at the door, just as it opened. The woman standing there squeaked in surprise as the pen flew past and hit the corridor wall, nib first so it left a nice inky splodge, more work for the cleaners.
"I thought you said you didn't need anger management!" Carrie cried, stepping fully into the office.
"Carrie," stated Richard, one aged hand running through his greying hair, the other indicating a chair.
This curvy younger woman made his blood boil. Sure his wife was beautiful but Carrie was a whole new level to him. Ever since they had met, Richard could see great things ahead in their future. However, Carrie wasn't interested.
"So," she began, sitting down, crossing her legs and pulling a compact out of her purse, all in one fluid motion. "How are we going to kill Jack?"
Richard opened his mouth to answer the question, but the phone rang suddenly and he pounced on it like a lion and its prey.
Carrie watched curiously as Richard's impatient expression turned to one of pure rage as he listened to the squeak of the callers voice down the phone.
"What do you mean you lost him? How hard can it be to kill a guy!" the lawyer roared.
A gabbled reply came down the line and Richard blanched. Slowly putting her compact away, Carrie stood and walked over to Richard.
"You...you hit her?," the man stuttered, "I said to scare her! Not kill her! She's my daughter!".
Alarm flashed on Carrie's features and she placed a hand on Richard's arm while searching his face for answers. Was Tru dead? A million moments passed as the caller continued.
"She's not dead...thank God...but you hurt her? How bad? She got up and ran...".
Carrie sighed in relief. Tru's death would not be beneficial to their plans at this stage.
"Just find Jack and kill him! And if you hurt my daughter again Lord help me I will hunt you down and kill you like the rat you are!".
Richard's sudden change in tone made Carrie jump. She'd forgotten he was still on the line with the mystery caller. By the time she had sashayed back to her seat Richard had ended the phone call with his signature phone slam.
She was tempted to bring up his anger management issues again but said issues prevented her so instead she asked for an explanation.
"Today is a rerun day...," Richard started.
"That explains the weirdness at the morgue this morning...".
"But Harrison's day rewound as well as Tru and Jack's"
"What!?".
"It's true. And he knew about Jack, he knew about my plan to kill Jack. Yesterday we were probably planning it all out about now...".
"What was your plan?," Carrie asked, the initial shock rubbing off.
"You would lure Jack to the train station and I would push him onto the track. Make it look like an accident or suicide".
Carrie nodded. "And who asked for help?". A pointless question as she thought she already knew the answer.
"Jack did. Although he doesn't remember a thing from yesterday".
"Maybe our plan could still work?".
"How?".
"Jack doesn't know we're the ones that killed him, does he?".
"Not as far as I know".
"Exactly. So we can still get him to the train station as that hitman hardly seems worth the money".
"Alright. Call him".
Carrie grinned triumphantly and dialled a number on her cell.
"Hey, Jack," Carrie said as her call was answered.
"Carrie? What the hell do you want?" came the reply.
"Being rude to me will get you nowhere, Jack," she continued, absent mindedly twirling a lock of hair through her fingers.
"Just answer my question".
"I'm afraid I won't be able to make our meeting at the bar this evening. We'll have to reschedule," she paused and looked at Richard. He silently urged her on.
"I'm leaving town tonight. Could you meet me at the train station a-".
"It was you!" Jack suddenly cried, cutting Carrie off.
The smug grin on her dace dropped. Looked like the cat was out of the bag.
"You...and Richard. You're trying to kill me!," continued Jack.
He knows Carrie mouthed to her partner in crime.
Richard sighed and mimed slashing his throat. Time to end the call.
"I have no intention of dying today, you hear me? If I ever see you again I'll-" Jack ranted.
Carrie rolled her eyes and snapped her cell shut. Call ended. So much for that idea she thought Wait a minute...
"What about Harrison?".
"Hmm?".
"Can't he kill Jack for us?".
"I already asked him to but he hardly seems capable...".
"With a little urging on I think he'll get the job done. What did you tell him to do?"
"I told him to wait at home then get Jack to the station on time".
"Ok...but hows about we get Harrison to take Jack to the hitman? Why not combine two useless parts to create a better whole?"
"That... might just work".
The devilish grin of the demon hiding behind Carrie's angelic face surfaced once again. She tossed her cell to Richard who casually caught it.
"So call him," she said.
The Morgue, 12.45pm
Davis looked up as he heard a noise. It sounded like shuffling. He dismissed it and returned tapping on his keyboard, but there it was again! A definite shuffling noise, just audible over the racket of the clicking keys.
Sighing wearily, Davis got to his feet and ambled out of his office. Distractions were such a time consuming nuisance. Please don't be a mouse. Please don't be a mouse he thought over and over again, a horrible image of a mouse running off with a severed finger in its mouth, flashing into his mind, flickers of an unfortunate incident a few years back.
Stepping into the autopsy room, Davis spotted the source of the noise- Tru. She was rooting around in a draw.
"Tru?".
The brunette turned sharply and Davis gasped.
"Oh my God, Tru! What the hell happened to you?".
The girl smiled weakly, wincing in pain as the livid bruise on her cheek moved.
"I-uh- had a little accident...".
"Little? You look like you were hit in the face with a truck!".
"It was a car actually," Tru started and off Davis' look began babbling an explanation. "The car didn't hit me in the face, that was the sidewalk, which I hit because a car hit me. Well actually the wing mirror clipped me, knocking me onto the painful sidewalk, and I think I broke a couple of ribs, they're definitely bruised, and I'm pretty sure that cracking noise I heard was just the heel of my boot...".
The look of horror on Davis' face told Tru she wasn't going to brush this off as easily as she'd hoped. She wasn't even in that much pain any more, thanks to the three or four painkillers she'd gotten from the drugstore, all she needed were some bandages for her ribs. The morgue was the only place she could get them from without any hassle, for example getting shipped off to a hospital, or so she thought.
Davis composed himself and sighed again.
"Let me see".
"What?".
"Let me see your ribs. Did you forget I have full medical training?".
"I thought you only worked on dead patients?"
"You could have very nearly been dead!".
"Well I'm not, am I?" Tru retorted, lifting her top slightly so Davis could see her battered torso.
The timid man peered closely at the blotchy bruises on his friend's body.
"Could you-uh- feel your ribs to see if you can feel any broken bones?"
"Already have. Trust me, those last two, definitely not in one piece any more".
"Tru, you should go to a doctor, a real one I mean"
"You are a real doctor ...sort of. Could you hand me those bandages?".
Davis complied and continued "You could have serious damage, internal bleeding maybe!".
"I'm fine! Almost. Hold the end of the bandage there while I wrap, ok?". Tru indicated her side.
"Um, I-uh, can't-".
"You'll feel around inside a dad guy for hours but you won't even touch a little bit of living breathing human flesh?," Tru said, eyebrow raised.
Davis reluctantly held the bandage in place while Tru tightly wrapped it around her lower rib cage. When she was done, ribs securely where they belonged, she immediately turned to go.
"Wh-wait- where are you going?," Davis cried.
"I have to find Jack, the guy who did this to me, pretty sure he's out there hunting down Jack right now".
"Tru I need a real explanation".
"Alright. Jack agreed to let me save him after much persuasion. But now someone's sent a hitman after Jack to make sure the job gets done".
"That's terrible. Haven't you called the police?".
"Like they'd believe the story if I told them?".
"Good point".
"I've got to go find Jack and take him somewhere safe".
"But why you? What can you do all by yourself?".
"I'm the only one who can save him because he asked me to, and it's all I can do...bye Davis".
With that she was gone, her hair flying behind her as she ran. And Davis didn't even try to stop her, for he had every ounce of faith in her that she would be true to her calling and save the man she had every reason to hate most in the world.
Harrison's Apartment, 12.40pm
"Alright. I understand," Harrison mumbled into the phone.
The call ended and Harry returned the phone. The caller had been his father.
Richard had told him he'd sent a hitman after Jack, however the hitman had no problem with hurting Tru too, so Harry had no choice but to obey his father's demands. Which were to get the hitman and Jack in the same place so the deed could be done. But in the few hours Harrison had been alone, doubts had filled his head.
He wasn't a killer. He couldn't get Jack killed, though murderous thoughts had surfaced when he found out the hitman had hurt Tru, but he was a good poker player and he would bluff his way out of this situation ensuring no one died, even Jack.
Only, he didn't have a clue how to save a life...
Tru's Apartment Block, 3.15pm
Tru winced as she pulled open the door to her apartment building. The pain in her broken ribs was slowly getting worse. She had been searching for Jack for hours with no luck. Typical the one time she actually wanted to find him and he was no where in sight!
Maybe Harry's seen him she thought, retrieving her cell from her pocket.
She dialled his number as she carefully made her way upstairs. Her brother picked up on the first ring.
"Tru".
"Harrison, hey".
"I'm sorry I haven't seen you all day...I've got to tell you something...and you're not gonna like it".
"Can it wait just a second, Har? Have you seen-".
Tru rounded the corner and a male voice spoke up.
"Hey, Tru. Miss me?"
"...Jack," Tru finished, snapping the phone shut.
Aurora Note:So that was it! The long awaited chapter 7! Well long awaited for some...I am so sorry for the mega long gap between updates! I was just being lazy and had writer's block but then I saw how many reviews I had and how many alerts and I was like ahhh! I felt I owed it to my readers to update so I stayed up til 12 ish writing this and spent nearly all day typing it up ^_^ I'm hopng to finish the story within the next few days so it's almost the end! :( I have got several oneshots planned for different categories so they may appear soon~
I have a storyline for the sequal to this story now so as soon as this one is complete I can start the second one! :D Oh and I'm aware that there are most likely some plotholes in this chapter as I never realised how complicated my storyline was getting so please ignore them ^_^ And I am not American and this story is set in America so sorry if it isn't very accurate, and I think I said there was a bar in a betting shop a few chapters ago which I think is illegal so yeah ignore that too. And any spelling mistakes...
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