by Jacki Renée
“Edwards knows the Wi-Fi is down. He has a gun in his right hand and one tucked in his back waistband,” I say into my mic.
“Copy that,” Acosta confirms.
Edwards’s hotel room door opens and they creep into the corridor.
“Stairs,” I tell my team, then shut down my laptop.
Ricci’s on the rooftop of the adjacent building. He’s the sniper. Paul will cover the exit.
I pull my weapon, take the safety off, and open the door, quietly stepping into the hallway. My steps are light as I come up behind Edwards.
We get to the door at the stairwell. I tap him on the shoulder. Edwards spins around, switches the gun from his right hand to his left and pulls the weapon from behind him aiming it at my chest.
“So, we’re at an impasse, Hawk?”
“I guess we are, Edwards.”
“You enjoy fucking my wife?”
Which wife are you referring to? The one you actually married or the one you got all dressed up for and pretended to marry? If you’re talking about the real Mrs. Edwards, I wasn’t the one who fucked her. But I was told she’s a boring lay.
“Every fucking minute of it.” I laugh to get a reaction out of him.
Yeah, I know you want to kill me, but you don’t have the balls to do it.
“My brother didn’t deserve to die.”
Danielle gasps. Guess he still hasn’t told her he had a twin.
“You shouldn’t have played this game with him.”
“I knew you followed Kimberly to Canada.”
I didn’t hide the fact that I controlled your every move. I wanted you to come after me.
“You knew because I wanted you to know. Just like you found Danielle because I wanted you to find her.”
“Bullshit!” he sneers.
“You got what I wanted you to have, when I wanted you to have it.”
“I’m good at what I do.”
“I’m better.”
Oops, maybe I need to take it from a ten to a two on the confidence level. I don’t like the look Dani just gave me.
Playtime is over. It’s late. Mama Hawk needs to be in the nest, resting.
“She’s leaving with me,” I tell him.
Shit! Shit! Shit! What the fuck is she doing? Danielle just cracked the door open. Edwards is too focused on me to notice and I don’t have time to signal Ricci.
I slightly shift my position so Acosta will have to shift his; hopefully he can see why and warn Ricci.
“I’m leaving by myself!”
Paul, I hope you’ve got her covered.
“No, bitch. You’re leaving in a body bag,” Edwards barks.
Bang!
Her shoulder. Dani cries out.
Crackle. The sound of a sniper’s bullet penetrating the glass window at the same time a second shot is fired from Edwards’s gun. I reach back and punch him in the face as three aimed bullets whiz past me.
The stairwell door slams shut after Danielle flies through it. Edwards falls to the floor still squeezing the trigger. I kick the gun out of his hand and run for the door.
Necessary Lies
Copyright © 2016 Jacki Miller
Writing as Jacki Renée
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