The ride back to Sandy's place was deafeningly silent. Both men had so much weighing on their minds, though neither would willfully admit that to the other.
Jeffrey pulled up in front of Sandy's house.
Sandy looked over at Jeffrey, his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure exactly what.
"We're here…" Jeffrey said. He got out of the car and opened the passenger side door.
Sandy got out of the car and stumbled towards the door.
Jeffrey's eyes narrowed when they reached the door. "You leave your door unlocked?" he asked suspiciously.
Sandy thought for a moment. "I dunno…" he said, his head pounding way too much for him to care about an insignificant matter like that.
"Stay out here…" Jeffrey said, pushing the door open and stepping inside. He looked around the house wearily. For the most part, it appeared that no one else was there, and nothing seemed particularly out of place. He stepped into Sandy's bedroom and that was when he heard it. That soft noise that was almost inaudible. That soft noise that only well-trained, FBI Agent ears would even think to listen for.
"I'm sure it's nothing…" Sandy mumbled. "I probably just forgot to lock it…"
"I told you to stay outside…" Jeffrey barked.
"Yeah, well… I don't take orders from you anymore…" Sandy said, walking into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him.
Jeffrey wondered if he was overreacting. Maybe even hearing things that weren't there. He looked under the bed and could barely make out the shape in the darkness.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sandy asked as he walked back into the room, only having been in the bathroom long enough to down four aspirin.
Jeffrey quickly got back onto his feet. "Sandy…" he said, trying his best to maintain his calm demeanor. "I need you to get out of here now…"
Sandy's eyes widened. "Jeffrey, what the hell is going on?" he asked, not even sure that he really wanted an answer to that question.
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Jonathan looked through the window. "There they are…" he said, a smirk crossing his face. "Just like we knew they would be…"
Dinah pulled the gun out of his jacket pocket, cocking it as she peered through the window. "And they left the window open just enough so that we don't have to worry about broken glass." She moved her finger to the trigger, but before she could pull it Jonathan's hand was on hers.
"Wait…" he said. "Wait a few more minutes… I want her to find them naked…"
"It's almost four…"
"But it's not four, and even if it was, we could spare a few minutes, this has to be perfect…"
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"Sandy, just get the hell out!" Jeffrey barked.
"Damn it, Jeffrey!" Sandy said stubbornly. "Tell me what the hell is going on!"
"Sandy, I swear to God, if you don't get out right now I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here myself!" Jeffrey snapped.
"Oh, come on!" Sandy scoffed. "Gimme a break, old man! I'd like to see you try!"
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"Man, they sure don't waste any time…" Jonathan said.
"And neither should we…" Dinah said. "They're both naked… It's almost four… I'm shooting her now…"
Jonathan gripped her hand again. "Shoot him first…" he said. "If you shoot her first, he'll have a few seconds to react… But if you shoot him first, she'll be trapped under his body for a few seconds… Giving you just enough time to put a bullet through her head…"
Dinah smirked. That boy was always thinking. She wrapped her fingers around the gun and pulled the trigger, watching in delight as the bullet flew through Josh's skull. Watching in delight as his body slumped down onto Cassie's. Listening joyfully for the reaction that she knew it would elicit from her.
Cassie screamed out as she heard the shot. For a brief second, she watched in horror as the blood of her lover dripped down onto her face. She was frozen in shock, unable to move. Her lips parted slightly in an attempt to call out his name, but the words just felt stuck in her throat.
The smile on Dinah's face widened as she pulled the trigger once more, sending a bullet straight through Cassie's head, the resulting crimson flow of blood spewing forth, truly the mostly beautiful sight she had ever seen. She was overcome by a tremendous sense of release. Of rejoice. Of rebirth. She felt vindicated of her erroneous actions. She had accomplished her goal. Her Hart had not died in vain. The bitch was dead. Really, really dead. Finally, after all of this time… She'd had her revenge.