Phone Calls
Part Seven -- Figuring it out Too Late
BY: BTS
This is a really short chapter!
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Eric had been trying to unscramble the post it for hours. He tried all possible addresses and none of them existed or were actual words. He let out a frustrated sigh as he glared at the yellow post it. He looked at the computer screen, like Ryan, and noticed the words backwards. He dialed Horatio's number.
"H. Ryan's at 1321 Pastly Ave."
"Eric… meet me there."
Eric got into his bronze hummer (I think.) and sped down the streets of Miami. He took sharp turns; dodging every car in his path. He arrived shortly after Horatio. They both drew their guns and headed for the door.
"Miami Dade Police!" Horatio yelled.
When they heard nothing, Horatio nodded to Eric who nodded back and kicked open the door. Both of them cautiously walked around the house; only to find it empty. No one and nothing were in there. Only a TV that was left on. There was another yellow post it on the wall.
'You're too late. By the time you find them they'll be dead. You'll be carrying them in a body bag. How does it feel to know you let down a friend and an innocent civilian? I bet it hurts. What do you think I should do? Kill them slowly and painfully. Listen to their screams as I drag the knife all over them. Or just put them out of their misery fast and painless. No cries would be heard. But I am a man who loves to hear a woman scream… and a grown man cry.
Ta ta CSIs!
Steve Rodney.'
Eric could see fire burning in Horatio's eyes. Horatio was never so mad since Eric had met him. Hatred showed on his face. Horatio stormed off to his hummer.
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I told you it was short. But I hope you liked it! Next chapter shall be soon!