Hi! Here's the new chapter. I feel a little bad that the time between my posts its getting longer... I'll try to do better!

Hope you like it!

Chapter 4

Ryan pov

The moment I close the door of my apartment I start banging my head against it.

Great!

Not only a dead body was dumped in the same street I live and work in, but I also needed to be ridiculous in front of the hottest guy ever, that he's also FBI.

I'm so incredibly lucky!

After a few minutes, I realize that I'm really cold… I didn't really remember that I wasn't wearing my coat. Maybe a long hot shower could help.

I open the water and take off my clothes, I fold them and I put them in the washing machine.

The hot water is fabulous. Not only it makes me forget the cold, but I also hope it could prevent an OCD attack. Staying hours in a dirty alley, with trash and a bleeding corpse it's not so good for me.

I don't know how much I was in the shower; I stepped out only when the water was starting to turn cold.

Now I should really eat something, and then trying to rest for a while. I can't really remember the last time I slept well. The last few nights I was starting to get better, but now… My old life is coming back. I look outside the windows and I can see that the police have finished. That's a good thing.

I'm making some coffee, when there's a knock at the door.

Who could be now?

I'm getting really nervous and paranoid.

I open the door and… no, no, no…

"Agent Taylor." I say flatly. "What can I do for you?"

He smiles at me. "Mr. Wolfe!" I can feel myself shivering, I hate being called that!

"Call me Ryan, please."

He seems surprised, but then he smiles and asks: "Ryan! Could I come in?"

"Yeah" I answer.

"Nice place" He says, and he seems honest.

"Thanks, it's not much, but it's clean and I have good neighbors." Not that I talked with any of them… "So, what can I do for you?" I ask, folding my arms…. 'Oh, fuck!' I didn't think my day could become worse, but apparently, I forgot to dress after the shower...

I think he probably saw the scars, because he's looking at me strangely.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted you, if you want to dress I can wait." He tells me.

"Okay, it won't take long." I really don't want to talk whit him wearing only a towel, and I don't want to talk about the Russian, and if he really saw the scars it' will be only a matter of time.

Once dressed I find him looking around my apartments. I would really like if he stop studying me. I don't like being the centre of attentions and my OCD embarrass me. People always look at me strangely when they know about it. And watching my apartment it shouldn't be too not to recognize, especially for a FBI agent.

"Agent Taylor." I call out. "So, what can I do for you?"

He looks at me and says: "You can call me Danny, it's only fair." Then he adds: "I and my colleague were thinking that being an ex cop, and living in the neighborhood, maybe you cold let us know if you see or hear something strange. Anything that could have to do with the corpse you found today."

I don't really know what to think. I would prefer staying out of this, but I know that if I have information I would give them however.

He senses my hesitation, because he talks again: "Normally we wouldn't ask something like this, but there's another girl out there with the same person who killed her sister, and any help is really important.

"Ok, ok" I answer. "Don't try to guilt tripping me; I'll do what I can"

Tbc

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