8. Present Day – Gutterson's House – Bobby's POV

She'd been trying to keep silent and calm while waiting in their house for Tim to come back from his work. Well…not their house. His house. It wasn't her house for years now. Bobby had been sitting on the sofa, sometimes lying down in it, taking the painkillers Tim threw at her right before he ran out and left her alone. He'd murmured something about keeping the curtains closed and not to use his phone, but Bobby wasn't sure she'd understood his mumbling correct.

But she knew the look on his face and was aware it was best to just let him go. The frown between his brows that always appeared when Tim was angry and the way he grinded his teeth was something Bobby remembered too well. He'd looked at her just like that when she left him years ago. But there was something else there back then, hurt and betrayal. To this day, it's that look that haunts her daily.

Burrowing her face in her hands and trying to bite away the nagging pain from her shoulder wound. After Tim left this morning, she changed the bandaged herself. Or well, she tried too….Bobby never was the best nurse but it looked just fine. Her wound wasn't important… trying to find out who framed her and for what…that required her full attention.

Why did captain Isaac Johnson frame her for the murder on the President? Was it their intention to kill the US President but accidently killed the Ukraine one? Why her? Only on the last question, Bobby could find an answer. Because she was one of the few who could hit her target from that far. But that left all other questions without an answer.

Standing up and roaming around in the house, Bobby's fingers grace the few photographs Tim has in his home. One of his dog, Charlie, he used to have when he was a teenager and two of his mother. On the wall one of his comrades and him, all smiling because they were allowed to go home from one of their missions. Reading the year underneath the picture, 2006, Bobby smiled but she shakes her head and walks towards the stairs.

Bobby remembers the day that Isaac Johnson appeared at her doorstep. God how she wished she'd be able to turn back time and slam that door shut in his face like she intended to do. But with a few pretty words and a charming smile, Isaac was able to talk his way in her tiny apartment. Bringing a story that he worked for National Defence and that they needed someone to calculate all possibilities for an assassination on the President. Because they had some intel about someone wanting to shoot him.

She said no at first. But thinking about it for a few days, Bobby decided to go and take a look. Measuring all the angles from where it could be possible to hit the US President during one of his upcoming speeches. Directions of the wind, weather forecasts and building all around, Bobby finally came to the conclusion there was only one way to be able to get a clean shot. From a tower, 1400 metres away from the podium and the audience. And that was what she'd told Isaac … and she shouldn't have.

Bobby reached the first floor and was making her way to Tim's bedroom again when the landline suddenly rings. Remembering Tim's words, Bobby doesn't pay attention to it at first. Walking into the bedroom and falling on the bed. Closing her eyes and trying to block out the ringing, she sighs relieved when the phone stops. But then it started again, making her eyes snap open and Bobby frowns.

This time, it only rang twice before it stopped again. She counts silently, only her lips moving. 1…2…3…4… and the phone starts again. This time, Bobby sits up counting the rings. How many times did it go off the first time? Was it seven or eight?

Her fingers clinging the sheets, focusing on the rings and waiting for it to stop. And it does after 5 rings. That's all she needed to know. Bobby doesn't hesitate and runs out of the room down the stairs. Quickly grabbing her jacket and backpack, making her way to the back of the house. Checking the area first for cops or any kind of agent before running to the small shed in Tim's garden.

For a second, the smell of daisies reaches her nose and Bobby her heart ached that she had to leave him again. But the phone calls were a warning from Tim. They found him. And finding Tim would mean finding her. Bobby knew she had to get out of here before they'd think he conspired with her or something.

The darkness of the shed engulfed her fully. The faint scent of gas and metal reached her nose. The dimness in the small space makes Bobby use her hands to search for the light but when she finally finds it….the bulb doesn't work. She can't help the irritated sigh that escapes her lips, rubbing her hair out of her face whilst searching for her bike.

She wants to open the door and start her motorcycle, just to be out of here as soon as possible even if it was clear day out there. But the sound of voices, make Bobby stop dead in her tracks. Softly laying her head against the door to see if she can hear who was out there. Or at least what they were talking about.

"I swear to you, momma, it was Bobby Lee. The same gurl that lived here with that Marshall fellow. I saw her last night!"

The heartbeat in her chest sped up hearing the voice coming closer, her hands against the door of the shed, ready to push back if they dared to enter her little sanctuary.

"I don't know, boy," an old woman's voice reached her ears, making Bobby almost curse how close the woman sounded, "you sure you weren't high or somethin'?"

"No, momma! I saw her last night around midnight!"

The man sounded grown up but the way they talked to each other, made Bobby's skin turn to goose bumps. She almost shrieks out loud when they suddenly push the doors. Leaning her back against the moving gates, Bobby's fingers search for one of the metal bars . She's certain there's at least one of them, Tim loved working on his old pick up. It was impossible for him to not have something long and strong enough here that Bobby could use to put inside the handles.

"It's closed," the woman creaked. "You try. If she's here, we're gonna get money for finding her!"

"Okay, momma."

The footsteps of the man were slow and Bobby her hand finds a crowbar right at the last moment. Jumping up and locking herself in by sliding the equipment into both the door handles when the man yanked the gates.