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Language warning:
Frank set the teapot back down on the burner of the stove after pouring the hot water into his mug to brew his tea. He then turned around and was treated to the sight of Sabrina leaning on the wall, one of his shirts hanging loosely on her illustrious body.
"Sorry I didn't join you in the shower," the detective said.
"Probably a good thing," she replied. "You probably wouldn't make it to work today if you did."
"Sad to say, you're probably right."
"It's too bad you have to go soon. I was hoping you could have executed a strip search on me."
"Oh god, Sabrina, please don't tempt me now-"
She sashayed over to him, slowly unbuttoning as she came closer. "You know you want to."
"No, really, I have to-"
Then she pushed him down on the chair and straddled him. "Aren't you going to interrogate your suspect?" she purred.
"Suspect?"
"For theft," she whispered as she put her arms around his shoulders and began kissing him. "Of your heart."
Oh fuck it, Frank thought. I might as well enjoy this. Day'll probably suck after this.
In a different house in a different part of town, a test tube hit the floor and shattered.
The owner tried to steady himself as he took a broom and swept up the fragments, thankful that there had been nothing in it. Had any of his weapon of revenge been in there….
Revenge was the only word in his mind. Revenge revenge revenge revenge revenge revenge revenge revenge-
He suddenly began to spasm, and he had to back up to a wall and brace himself to regain his composure. He really needed to take his medication, and soon.
And then he would continue his work of revenge.
As far as Stevie Ray was concerned, his job was the equivalent of hell on earth.
Standing next to a standard fast-food assembly line series of ovens, he sometimes had moments where he froze up mentally. And that was when his boss, the ogre, would strike.
"What are you standing around for?!" she screamed in an already-too-loud voice. "get back to work!"
Many times, Stevie Ray wanted to take that short, grotesquely obese bitch by her thinned-out blonde hair, shove her wart-infested ugly face down on the grill, and then throw her throw one of the huge windows like oversized trash. Unfortunately, he had to admit to himself that he lacked the balls to do it.
Sighing, he went back to watching frozen burgers fry.
All he would need for revenge was his blowgun, his jar, and another tiny dart.
And his meds.
He swallowed the pill, waited for his twitching to subside, then entered the building.
Only reason she does this to me is because I reported her for sexual harassment, Stevie Ray thought sullenly to himself. I BEGGED her to leave me alone, and she wouldn't. I couldn't even get her to get out of my car. Rubbing herself up against me all the time…. GOD!
"STEVIE!"
I want to die. I want to fucking die right now.
With another sigh, he kept flipping the burgers.
All Jessie wanted was something to drink.
She walked into the fast-food joint, keeping her head down so she could not be spotted by any security cameras.
Medium coke, that's all I want, she thought. I'm so thirsty right now.
She was about to approach the counter when she saw the ugliest woman she had ever seen doing absolutely nothing but yell at a miserable-looking person at a hot griddle, a miserable-looking person she instantly recognized as Stevie Ray.
On second thought, I'll go to a gas station.
She spun on her heel and started to leave, but other customers started to surge in and she had to push her way through them to get out.
She did not see the man in the trench coat.
He carefully unscrewed the jar, then dipped the tip of the dart into the neurotoxin. He had to use extreme caution. He had formulated it so just the tiniest amount was lethal. Meaning a spill would be a massive disaster.
And he only wanted to kill a select few.
He put the dart in the blowgun, aimed it at the miserable man flipping burgers, and took a deep breath.
And then his hand twitched.
"I don't know how many times I need to tell you to get those burgers out!"
"All right, all right, I'm getting them," he grumbled, turning away.
He vaguely heard a yelp, a remark about a sting, and then a thud followed by screaming.
He turned back around and saw his boss convulsing on the ground, with other co-workers surrounding her.
On the one hand, this IS terrible, he thought. That's just like what happened to Donna yesterday.
On the other hand, ding, dong….
Stuart could not help but notice the self-satisfied look on Frank's face as the detective went over the reports from the previous day's events. "Do I even want to know what you're in such a good mood about?" he asked.
Frank merely kept smiling.
"I'll take that as a no." He sighed. "The worst part about being gay is that around here, there isn't as big of a pool of potential love interests."
"Hey, don't get mad at me-"
"I'm not. Maybe a little jealous, but not mad-"
Hopfmar marched right through them. "Grab your things and let's go," he said. "We have a homicide."
Frank was taken aback to see Stevie Ray standing off to the side. "Never told me you had a new job," the detective remarked.
"Well, until now, I hated it. It sounds horrible, but I'm kinda happy she's dead."
Stuart walked over to the two. "Sorry to interrupt, but you might want to see this, Frank."
The detectives walked to the back, and Frank noticed the monitors with security footage. A tech was playing the recordings over and over again. Most of them had one thing in common: a certain strange-haired woman leaving the premises around the exact time of the manager's death.
There was silence, then Frank started furiously shaking his head.
"No. It's not her."