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“What’s my type?”
“Victoria’s Secret model?” She always loved the tall girls. In college, Selena got more action than any man on campus. She’s a killer combination of gorgeous and smart.
“I’m a sucker for legs.”
I nod in agreement. Even if she can't see.
“What did you do?” I hear her hit a few keys. Then I see the cursor on my screen move. She’s already in my system.
“I forgot the password to this file.” I highlight it.
“Give me a second.” I hear her clicking away as I wait. I shove another bite of cereal into my mouth.
“Are you still living off Fruity Pebbles? I thought you would have moved on to something more suitable at this point.”
“Maybe. I like them, and I don’t have to cook them. You know what happens when I try to cook,” I say with a mouth full of them, making her laugh.
“All right. I think I got it for you.”
“You did?” It’s only a matter of seconds before all the files start to pop up.
“That one wasn’t so easy.”
“But you did it.”
“Well, yeah. That's why the government pays me the big bucks.”
We talk for a little, catching up on things until I see the time.
“Crap! I’ve got to go.” How did two hours pass already? I’m going to be up all night. I don’t do well on no sleep. I have no other choice, though. It’s either finish or deal with the wrath of Mr. Baines.
“Call me later.” She hangs up.
I start clicking through the files to transfer them over. I open the first one and stare at it. There’s a list of names with dates next to some of them. I keep reading, trying to understand what this file has to do with the project I’m working on.
I only recognize one name, and that’s only because he died last week. Before his death, he was a wanted man by the FBI. Nationwide manhunt. It had been all over the news. Why the heck would his name be on this list? Weird.
I don’t recognize any of the other names. I should probably leave it. Transfer the files and be done, but my curiosity gets the better of me. I tab out and google a few of the names.
The ones with dates seem to be people that have died. What does that mean for the names without a date next to them? I swallow, thinking I know. I stare at the screen, not sure what I should do.
I scramble over to my bag and pull out a USB, then start downloading everything in this set of files. I’ve only opened one so far. Who knows what is on the others? When it’s done, I shut my laptop and shove it into my bag.
“What do I do?” I stand in the middle of my tiny studio apartment. I wring my hands together, thinking about what I’ve discovered. Nerves settle in my stomach.
I can’t be right about this. Mr. Baines has a hit list? Death list? Murder list? I don’t know. It’s a list with dead people! A chill runs down my spine, because I wouldn’t put it past him. Everyone knows he can be ruthless, but I never imagined to what extent. What would happen if someone knew I saw this?
I grab my sweater and keys off the counter. I’ll go to the police. Show them what I found. They can tell me I’m crazy or that I just solved dozens of murders. I lock my door behind me as I head for the stairs.
“My wallet!” I turn back to grab it. A hand comes down on my shoulder hard.
I scream in surprise, then turn and push whoever grabbed me. My eyes meet his as he starts to fall backwards. I try to grab him, but I’m too late. He goes tumbling down the stairs. A gun clatters next to him, sliding across the floor. When he rolls to a stop on the landing, he doesn't get up. I see blood start to rush from a gash on his head. Oh, crap. This isn’t good.
Is he dead? Oh my God, he’s dead. I killed him. I just killed a man.
I stand there in shock. My feet are unable to move.
I’m going to jail. I can’t look away from the man as his blood oozes onto the gray tile.
