He let the single bulb light up the simple room. He perched on the end of his bed thoughtfully. The sheets of the bed had been pulled into place neatly. His eyes looked over the rest of the room, his eyes paused on Kat's blood stained clothes then onto her rucksack that lay half open on the floor. Tommy looked around almost expecting to see Kat watching from the doorway. Instead there was only the darkness. He got up quietly and sat on the floor next to the bag. Silently he pawed through the bag taking everything out as he looked. The bag contained a variety of knives and daggers all beautifully decorated, there were about five in total. He also found a pair of powerful handguns complete with black leather holsters. There was also a wallet containing six hundred dollars, a stolen credit card and a passport. A small pile of screwed up clothes and lingerie had been crushed at the bottom of the bag. Tommy was about to throw the stuff back into the bag when something caught his eye. Wrapped in a black lacy bra was her cell phone and a set of mysterious keys. He unfolded the bra; the screen on the phone was flashing five missed calls. Tommy cocked his head slightly as he flicked through the missed calls. All five numbers were the same and very familiar. They where from the Forelli's. He glanced at the keys assuming that they just the keys to her apartment. He quickly tossed everything back into the rucksack, all except for the mobile phone. Tommy stood up staring at the phone for a while. He shrugged and put the phone on the bedside table next to the glass of water. He sat on the bed; his legs stretched out on the lumpy duvet and stared at the wall opposite.
The night passed slowly and Tommy found himself waking up several times to the eerie silence. Eventually he gave up any hope of sleep and focused on solving the Forelli problem. So far he had yet to find a practical solution, he needed to buy some time that he didn't have. He drifted into another uneasy doze. He woke suddenly, a sound had torn him away from his slumber and now he was conscious and deadly alert. The light was still switched on, glaring brightly. Tommy slipped off the bed and crept over to the door, which was ajar. He watched the dark room carefully. A slender figure limped around in the dark breathing heavily. He secretly smiled softly as he watched Kat curl back up on the sofa. Tommy watched her for a while before he returned to sitting on his bed.
The sun rose over the city, its rays shimmered between the skyscrapers signally dawn. The apartment building was totally silent. Kat stood up slowly and stretched, she still suffered with the stiffness and pain but at least she no longer felt exhausted. She savored the silence for a second before she froze sensing someone watching her. She turned to see Tommy watch her suspiciously. He was still dressed in the clothes from yesterday, he walked up to her swiftly, something black was clutched tightly in his left hand. He held out the phone, as if to show her.
"It seems that you boss has been trying to get in touch" he said coldly, there seemed to be an edge of anger in his voice. At first Kat seemed stunned but the feeling rapidly turned to rage that her privacy had been invaded. She was about to fly at him when she noticed something shimmer in his right hand. Instead she just shrugged and prepared herself for an argument.
"You've got some explaining to do and you had better make it good" he said coldly as he stepped forward. Kat sighed and shook hr head.
"What...How should I know what he wants. I'm on his hate list remember" She stammered.
"How do I know you're not setting me up?"
"The bastard tried to kill me, funnily I'm not going to do him any favors" She said angrily. Tommy scowled and rubbed his stubble chin, "We'll see about that later" he said slipping the switchblade into his pocket. He strolled past her and into the kitchen. Kat looked bemused but kept quiet, she knew she was hardly in any position to cause trouble. She sulked over to the sofa and slumped into it.
Tommy kicked the fridge door shut angrily, Kat didn't bother to look up, and part of her was scared to. The lack of sleep and beer had put Tommy in a foul mood. He paced to and fro angrily, mentally adding the final bits of his plan together. He glanced at Kat from the corner of his eye. He tossed the mobile phone at her; she managed to catch it without even looking up at Tommy.