As she entered the room, her hazel eyes scanned the room, finding a stack of paper. She walked over and braced herself for another flash.
"What do you know!?" David screamed. He struck Alec's already bleeding face, smearing the crimson liquid across his face. Two other men in the room laughed.
Veronica was overcome with rage. He told me Alec had run off with some women they met at a bar, he's first, she thought. As the scene played out, a frustrated David took out a silenced gun, aimed it at Alec's head and fired. Seconds after, a knock on the door downstairs and a muffled question was heard.
"David, are you home? Alec's missing. David!" A shocked blond man stepped forward and said:
"Oh, shit, man! That's his wife!"
"Don't worry, Jack, I'll take care of her. Get this outta here." Veronica opened her eyes to find herself back in the office. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a case of throwing knives and stars.
"I'll just have to pay his girlfriend a visit." She also took a lighter off the table
. She made her way across town to a nightclub/hotel called "The Kissing Kat" The main attraction of this establishment wasn't the music or drinks, the draw were the rooms and the . . .services that came with them. David's girlfriend, Laura was the night-manager there.
Veronica walked down the quiet hallway leading to Laura's office. Once she got there, she ever-so politely knocked on the door.
"Come on in, Maria." Veronica opened the door. When Laura looked up from her desk, her placid expression changed to one of shock.
"Ms. Jennings, I'm glad to see you are still in good health, though how long that lasts truly depends on you."
"Who are you!? What do you want!?"
"A location. Oh, and your boyfriend's head on a pike. Which are you prepared to give me? Where is he?"
She weakly pointed to the bathroom. Veronica crossed the room, but before she could grab the handel of the door, it opened.
"Who are you!?" David asked angerly.
"I am your dark angel of death."
"What do you know!?" David screamed. He struck Alec's already bleeding face, smearing the crimson liquid across his face. Two other men in the room laughed.
Veronica was overcome with rage. He told me Alec had run off with some women they met at a bar, he's first, she thought. As the scene played out, a frustrated David took out a silenced gun, aimed it at Alec's head and fired. Seconds after, a knock on the door downstairs and a muffled question was heard.
"David, are you home? Alec's missing. David!" A shocked blond man stepped forward and said:
"Oh, shit, man! That's his wife!"
"Don't worry, Jack, I'll take care of her. Get this outta here." Veronica opened her eyes to find herself back in the office. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a case of throwing knives and stars.
"I'll just have to pay his girlfriend a visit." She also took a lighter off the table
. She made her way across town to a nightclub/hotel called "The Kissing Kat" The main attraction of this establishment wasn't the music or drinks, the draw were the rooms and the . . .services that came with them. David's girlfriend, Laura was the night-manager there.
Veronica walked down the quiet hallway leading to Laura's office. Once she got there, she ever-so politely knocked on the door.
"Come on in, Maria." Veronica opened the door. When Laura looked up from her desk, her placid expression changed to one of shock.
"Ms. Jennings, I'm glad to see you are still in good health, though how long that lasts truly depends on you."
"Who are you!? What do you want!?"
"A location. Oh, and your boyfriend's head on a pike. Which are you prepared to give me? Where is he?"
She weakly pointed to the bathroom. Veronica crossed the room, but before she could grab the handel of the door, it opened.
"Who are you!?" David asked angerly.
"I am your dark angel of death."
