Lincoln was no longer shocked and surprised, when he woke up Lincoln, and looked at the empty half of his bed.
" would he ever see, Ronnie Ann again"?
Would this be the day that she called?
It was going on almost a month since Ronnie Ann disappeared, and finally one morning he got a knock at the door.
The police were standing at his door and one officer stepped forward and asked, " Mr. Loud can I speak with you"?
Lincoln nodded dumbfounded and stepped out the front door, the officer wasted little speaking, " Mr Loud, we've come to inform you that Ronnie Ann has reached out to us"...
At this Lincoln felt a combination of relief and anger, where had she been all this time? And that was ontop of the missing money issue.
He however was not ready for what the Officer would say next.
" Mrs Loud, has requested that you do not reach out to her. Her brother will be dropping in to collect her belongings"...
" Is she divorcing me"?
Lincoln felt stupid asking but the officer only shook his head before replying." We're here as public peace keeper, not marriage councilors. Please don't make this difficult".
Lincoln nodded numbly. It was almost funny, she was running away from all their problems and effectively him.
Across town, in a not so nice hotel. Lucy tried to maintain her composure. The goth was leaning against the far wall, dressed in a black trench coat,black leather gloves with a pair of black leggings and leather boots completing the look.
The excited chatting of the Latina woman on the bed was wearing on her last nerve. The woman in question was wearing her hair in a high pony tail, a purple tank top and a pair of knee legnth jean shorts.
At a first glance she was almost a replica of the whore in the basement...however Lucy's eyes were sharp and she found small details such as, the imposter had almond shaped eyes while, cunty Ann had more rounded eyes.
She had played her part well enough...Lucy still couldn't stand the little bitch but she was vital to getting the cops off their collective back.
After that however...the possibilities made Lucy excited. The goth felt a slight fluttering and almost reflexively brought a hand to her still flat stomach. Soon, my precious...soon.
Lola was sitting in a chair next to the window, the blonde was texting with an amused expression on her face.The blonde was wearing a pink camisole top, with a pair of white leggings and flates.
It was funny what you learned about someone from their cell phone phone, and Ronnie Ann's phone was no exception to this...
Pictures of her stupid family, recipes, and her stitty little home motivation podcast she liked to listen too.
It was risky keeping the phone, however this was the first, and only time they had activated it since the cunt disappeared.
That's where their new friend Theresa came into play, when Lucy first showed her the other girls social media, Lola was certain that they had found their out.
The phone chirped as a message came in from Bobby saying that he was leaving Lincoln's house, with Ronnie Ann's belongings.
Turning to Theresa, Lola grinned wickedly, " when drunky gets here, grab the bags. Don't try to talk to him too much, he's probably to fucked up to notice but I don't want to take any chances"...
Theresa laughed, " no problem, this is easy work first those stupid ass pigs and now I just have to grab some bags from a dead beat"..
Lola had to stifle a sneer, Theresa had no idea what was going to happen after she took those bags from Bobby.
" Ronalda Loud...I'll have to get used to it. You have her birth certificate, and her social security shit"?
Lola nodded, flashing a Manila folder "Everything we, agreed upon is in this folder."
A sharp knocking on the door caught all the women off gaurd momentarily, not for long however as Lucy slipped into the bathroom while Lola hide in the closet to observe.
Theresa, true to her part answered the door and Bobby's slurred speaking could be heard, as he brought two large suite cases into the room.
The older Santiago swayed on his feet slightly, and he had a goody expression on his face. He grabbed Theresa in a sloppy hug, and she froze before weakly hugging Bobby back.
Bobby then proceded to stumble out of the motel room leaving Theresa to her final fate.
Lola exited the closet just as Theresa was excitedly going through the clothing and jewelry items. " SHIT! Are these real diamonds"?
The Latina looked like a kid on Christmas morning, opening all of her new toys with her back to the now open bathroom door.
.
Not that she would enjoy much of it for long...
Lucy exited the bathroom silently, making eye contact with Lola before she fell into position.
She slipped out an incredibly sharp reverse curve trail knife. The brutal aspect being that the blade being almost six inches long.
Lucy snuck up on the bitch and covered her mouth, before she could struggle Lucy slipped the reverse curve of the blade into the upper left side of Theresa's back.
The blade sunk into her flesh like it was butter, Theresa weakly struggled in Lucy's grasp but to little avail, Lucy twisted the blade thoughtfully eliciting a gurgling noise from Theresa.
It wouldn't be long, Lucy could feel the last of Theresa's struggles die down as the woman's blood at a rapid pace.
The entire floor, directly under the two women was absolutely saturated in blood, Lucy had blood leaking through her coat...hell she could even taste, it in the thick air.
Lola nodded her approval, and Lucy allowed Theresa to crumple to the floor amongst the piles of bloody clothing items.
Lucy panted softly, while Lola tsked her " normally you're much clearer than this, are you feeling okay spooky"?
' I'm fine...just feeling a little under the weather".
Lola looked like she wanted to argue but decided against the idea, and just sighed.
" It's going to be murder, getting these stains out of the carpet"...