Chapter 20

Felicia slowly opened her eyes, wondering why the hell she wasn’t dead yet. Her would-be assassin was lying on the ground, a gaping bullet hole in his forehead.

Turning around, she saw Detective Reynolds in the doorway, lowering his pistol. “It always seems to be me saving your ass.” He said as he placed his pistol back in its holster.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Most people would say thank you.”

“Thank you. Now what are you doing here?”

“I found out who’s been tracking you.” Reynolds walked further into the room, stepping over the dead body as if it were nothing. “Where’s your phone?”

“Um, it’s in the bathroom.”

“Go and get it.”

Felicia went back into the bathroom, soon coming back with her phone, and she handed it to Reynolds, who promptly threw it to the ground before stepping on it, effectively smashing it.

“Hey!”

“They were tracking you through your phone, that’s how he was always able to find you. If you need a phone, get a burner.”