I was filling out a form when I heard yelling. The officer was being irascible. The woman was pleading about her daughter. The officer told her to take a seat and I asked him to step aside as I am willing to take her complaint. He sneered, "Estrogen overload don't you think." Before I said anything the watch commander barked at the officer to come to his office. If he wanted a converse between men he would be more than happy to comply. The officer tried to placate the situation but was ordered to come to his office or handover his badge and gun. The man stomped off with a look that threatened me and mine. Cleo had a cautious look so I gave her a bottle of antacids. Van Pelt as this was apparently some sort of right of passage. A person has not gone through the full Pam experience until they go through the following. A bottle of antacids for every bad feeling. A side quest to catch a serial killer. A sudden request for a rookie officer for a stakeout and a ride in the supercar collection courtesy of the mother in law. I took the woman's statement and sent a squad car to look for evidence. I picked up my car keys and set out for the hospital. Tanya was already looking for the girl.
Cleo was behind paperwork so she stayed behind. I arrived to discover my hitman had vanished. He was there till he was able to stay conscious for longer. I asked around and the nurses couldn't find his file. The room had been scrubbed so no DNA was present. I walked out and saw a black Chevy not far away. The window rolled down and the man waved at me to come close. When I approached him he gave me a burner phone. It rang the moment my fingers touch the cool metal. I answered and a gentleman spoke in the other end. "Thanks for the breath of life" I retorted, "You are not under arrest. I just wanted your statement." He chucked, "You want to know if I saw someone murder that creep in the bathroom? The answer is no. I didn't. I was waiting for a friend. He decided to ditch me so I decided it was best to go back to my hotel." His tone changed to authoritative. "Am I in any sort of trouble officer?" I blushed, "My apologies for over stepping my boundaries. I was just trying to get answers. I promised to be more understanding. Also get well soon" His tone turned gentle and sweet, "Apology accepted. Please have a wonderful day" I mumbled, 'Days like this I wish I was never a police officer." I heard a light chuckle and he wished me a wonderful day and hung up.
I happily spent the next few days delightfully helping orphans. Planning charities to help bills for those who can't afford it. To raise money for scholarship for foster kids. I organised blood drive. Meetings to educate and unite people. Opened conversation between officers and public to reduce tension. The officers started calling me miss White. I told them that I am the farthest thing from the title. I would look around and see him in the distance. His demeanor is clearly fits the persona of an assassin. I blew him a kiss. He grinned as he disappeared into the crowd. One particular moment was during a race to raise money to help cancer patients. The sympathetic and loving showed up with an open mind and an open heart. He was watching me from a distance. I felt the need to talk to him so I snuck out and surprised him from behind. He was alarmed that anyone could give him the slip. I gave him a cup of coffee and a doughnut. He accepted both and I gave him a hug. I can clearly see blood splatter on his shirt. He was perplexed as I saw the stain. Knowing the probability of a crime scene I will be visiting soon. I took a moment to admire it. Then I gave him a peck on the cheek before I went back to my charity event. He was surprised because I turned a blind eye. He watched and slowly began to cheer as I was about to reach the finish line. After the charity I looked around but didn't see him.
I was assigned for the protection duty of a red notice. Miranda Kovar is a business tycoon in the environment business. Environment destroying business to be precise. She was tall, gangly and had the face of harpy. Tanya laughed along with the others. I quietly slipped into her office and slipped the flash drive into her laptop. It copied everything whilst I pretended to search for an imaginary assassin. As I made my way down HE showed up as a guest. I am guessing he is now fully recovered and is ready to resume his role as an assassin. He saw me in an emerald outfit. He kept staring like he was a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. He came over post haste and wrapped his coat over my shoulders. His breathing became rapid and as his nostrils flared. He looked at a few guests as though they were hostile deserving punishment. He ordered me to keep the jacket on for the rest of the evening. I gave it back, "I am working" I gently tapped his nose and fixed his glasses. He stared at me blankly so I caressed his face and kissed my fingertips before walking away. I took a few steps and flipped my hair. He blinked once and remained stationary as though he was trying to freeze this moment in his head. As the party progressed the security got even more tense.
Suddenly we heard an explosion. Everyone scrambled and I took my assignment to the car. We got in and so did he. No one noticed until we were close to the halfway point. The car stopped at a traffic light. HE shot both security guards and the driver. He pointed the gun at me and asked me to vacate the car. I told to save his bullets as I killed her. I shot her in the head and heart. I tapped my ears. "Job done. Moving to kill the next target." His eyebrows went to hide up in his hairline. I got out of the car as a different car came. I gave the password 'Kathmandu' and he laughed as he opened the door. I waved at the assassin as we parted ways. I reached my destination. The door was already unlocked. I went upstairs to see a rifle already prepped. A picture was taped to the handle. I ripped the picture as I took my position. I saw a man in an orange jumpsuit walk about in the yard. It was middle of the night as though he was in his own yard. I took a deep breath and shot him in the head and flipped a switch. His head exploded and debris was everywhere. I made my way out and my ride took me to a restaurant. I climbed up the stairwell. My target was having dinner with another person. He took a spoonful of what appears to be dessert. I shot him and the bullet pierced his head and shattered a champagne bottle before becoming a permanent fixture in the wall.
I came back to the car and took a seat. The woman asked me if this was necessary. I grinned, "You have no idea." She took a deep breath before she shot me twice. People say you get used to bullet wounds. They are idiots. You don't forget and bullets don't become gentler. The pain is the same every time. There is a searing pain followed by what appears to be a grotesque flower blooming in my chest as bone and flesh are pushed forward. I passed out from the pain and woke up in the hospital. The captain was pleased to see me. As I lay there like an idiot she briefed about the investigation. I was temporarily off-duty. The M.E. had said that Miranda and her bodyguards were killed by two different people. I was attacked by the one who put a bullet in Miranda. The others were killed by someone else. She inquired if I remembered anything useful. I answered that I didn't. She thanked me as she left to find answers. Van Pelt came and wished me a speedy recovery as did Cleo. The nurse came and requested both of them to wait outside. When they left he locked the door and took off his mask. He had a few questions. I grinned weakly, "I am a serial killer. I target people who are above the law." He stared for a moment and he asked me if I was joking. I smiled as I passed out.
My eyes opened and to my surprise the entire surroundings have changed drastically. I was no longer in the hospital. I prayed hoping this was a hallucination. The rocky gurney-like bed was replaced with a hand carved mahogany four poster bed. The sheets that smell like cleaning liquid were replaced with a thick blanket that smelled like Arabic perfume. The walls had stylish paintings and sculptures. The floor was solid Italian marble. There was a baroque style amoire and dressing table to one side. As I got up the door opened and he walked in with a tray loaded with breakfast. He watched me eat. I told him that once I recovered I will prove my point. He looked skeptical. Regardless he stared. He didn't say a word. All he did was take the empty tray back out of the room and come back with a pair of handcuffs. I dislocated my thumb and got out in seconds. He flinched at the sound and then his breathing became ragged. He looked like he was trying to inflate a balloon as he tried to string words together to form a sentence.
In flash he was by my side. He grabbed my hand and held on like it was a lifeline. He tried to calm himself as he fixed my thumb. The sound of my joint going back to its original position made him angrier. He made a simple request. He spoke slowly but each word was said with anger and purpose "Don't hurt yourself." I promised to behave and yet he kept staring. It became unbearable. I looked away. He cupped my face with both hands. I felt the warmth of his hands and also felt both his thumbs rub my cheeks. It was as he was daydreaming. I felt one slide under my chin as he caressed my lips. I moaned and he seemed to snap back to reality. His stare became more intense. This was something no man has ever done before. I tried to look but he wouldn't let me. It was as though he was trying to punish me for getting shot. In his eyes there was anger, hunger, curiosity, promise, a possessiveness that was deeper than the ocean's depths and the vastness of space combined. One his hand grabbed the hand and rubbed the relocated joint back and forth as though he was trying to find the eye of the category hundred storm which was brewing in the depths of his soul. He took a deep breath but no words came out of his mouth. His phone buzzed and rage overtook him. He answered on the fifth ring. He explained how he was laying low. It turns out the person who ever was on the other end of the line had assigned a nincompoop to assist him and now the incompetent idiot was all over the news. He had to kill him to shut him up. He will resume when the heat dies down. The person on the other apologised and HE made it clear. If this repeats itself he will personally put a bullet between the caller's eyes. He pulled out a key fob and pushed a button. I heard a bang and then a dial tone. A woman in a butler outfit walked in. He climbed off and kissed my forehead and gave her a simple request, "Give her everything she wants except freedom." He walked out and the butler closed it after him