Chapter 53
"You have a fever." Amanda said, taking her hand off Mark's head.
"I'm fine." Mark lied as he coughed.
"You are not. You're as pale as a ghost. Go lay down. You're not going to work."
"Amanda, I'm fine! I-"
"Go!" Amanda ordered. Mark sighed and walked to the bedroom. Once he was gone Amanda looked at the plate of brownies on the counter that Jessica had brought over the day before.
She picked one up and sniffed it. It smelled odd. Like some sort of chemical.
"Ew." She mumbled, then took the plate and dumped it into the garbage. Then the phone rang. Amanda hurried and answered before Mark did.
"Hello?"
"Amanda, it's Jessica. You have to get Mark and come right away."
"Come where?" Amanda asked.
"To the police station." Jessica said. "It's an emergency. Erickson needs you guys."
"Mark is sick." Amanda stated.
"Then you come." She said. "You can fill Mark in later." Amanda thought for a moment.
"Alright." Amanda said. "I'll be there soon." Amanda hung up and walked to the bedroom, where Mark was sitting on the bed.
"You need to sleep." She said.
"I know. I just threw up in the bathroom." He said.
"Then go lay down. Don't worry. Okay?"
"Worry about what?" He asked.
"Never mind." Amanda said. "Just lay down. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." She left the room. It was a only a few minutes before Mark fell asleep. Once he did, Amanda opened the drawer on the table next to the bed. Mark's gun sat there, already loaded.
Amanda picked it up, the metal was cold, but it kind of felt good. It was like being back at the warehouse. It felt right. She held it out, pointing it at the wall. She put her finger on the trigger, then lowered the gun and looked at it. Then she smiled.
Then she opened the other drawer to see the tape recorder she'd stolen from the bathroom. With John's voice on it. She hit rewind and put it in her pocket.
She walked to the kitchen and grabbed her keys off the hook on the wall. It had been a long time since she'd driven any car. Wherever she went, Mark was there and he drove. But she did have a car of her own. It mostly sat in the driveway unless Mark decided he wanted to use it.
Amanda climbed in and started the car. It roared to life, much to her surprise. It was a nice car. Just old. And the lack of use she figured would take effect. But it didn't and it ran nicely.
She drove to the police station and pulled into the parking lot. Not many cars were there. A lot of detectives got Saturday off. She climbed out of the car and began walking towards the building when she realized something.
Erickson's car wasn't in it's usual spot. She was confused for a moment, then looked around, not seeing his car anywhere. She turned to go back to her car, nearly running into someone. It took her a moment to realize that this person, a man, was holding a gun to her head. She froze, starring at the man.
"Hello, Amanda." He said, smiling. "I want to play a game."
