Iris Dane scoffed which slowly turned into a laugh. She cannot believe what the secretary just said. Ms. Roxanne and Max turned to her when they heard her suppressing her laughter.
“Detective Anderson?” Max called her out, his eyes talking to her to stop her inappropriate action. Iris cleared her throat, her eyes glistening with tears as she tried to hold her laugh.
“I’m sorry,” she said and paused to concentrate on her breathing. “But isn’t funny, that we actually blamed Mr. Weston for having an affair with this woman but it turns out, she was the one having an affair!” she said with so much amusement. The people near the lounge glanced on their way with the sudden raise on her voice.
“Sorry, what??” Ms. Roxanne asked, bewildered by Iris’s statement. Her eyes went back and forth from Max and Iris who’s finding the situation hilarious.
Max frowned at his co-detec
“Iris!” Iris looked at Max who was running towards her, his eyes roaming around the place.“Did you find Ms. Roxanne?” he asked, catching his breath as he stopped from his little marathon, his eyes were angry. He reached for his phone at his back pocket and called someone, Iris was just staring at him blankly.“Hello? She got away! Surround the area and search for every cars within the vicinity now!” he exclaimed through the phone. He looked back again to Iris.“The killer…” he said, exhaling sharply. “Is Ms. Roxanne! I’m such an idiot!” Iris frowned at him, confused of what he said. Max brought out the picture of Mr. Weston and Roxanne and handed it to Iris.“We had the killer right under our noses! And the proof was freaking staring at me the whole time!” he hissed angrily.
Iris eyed William from afar, he had taken Max away from her. He led him to the stage where a line of lustful women gnawing at Max as he ask them about Victoria. Minutes passed, she jumped off from the bar stool when she saw Max finally walking back to her, face exasperated.“Victoria’s not working here tonight. Apparently, she hadn’t come at work for a week now. But a lot of them attested that the car was an old one and they never saw her use that car for a long time now,” he said, letting out a deep sigh.“So? What are we going to do next?”“The owner,” Max whispered and turned to William who was still at the stage, conversing on the ladies. “He handed me her address, he said to keep it a secret because they don’t disclose information of their employees.”Iris snorted. “And what makes yo
Max’s eyes flew open and he immediately jerked himself up. Iris lowered down the newspaper she was reading when she heard the couch creak, shooting a look at the disarrayed man who just woke up from his deep sleep. Max was blinking at her and squinting his eyes. “What the fart!! Iri-” Max’s scream was cut off and a flying pillow came slamming his face back to the couch. “Why the hell are you screaming?!” she hissed, glaring at Max. It was only 6:00 in the morning and the sun hasn’t come up yet to take the sleepiness on Iris’ eyes. She stayed up all night fighting the urge to kill Max and throw his body out of their building so she could lay herself at the couch. Max pulled himself up again and brushed his face aggressively with his hands. “Iris? What the hell are you doing at my house?!” he yelled and yanked himself off the couch. When he tried to walk, his weak knees wobbled at the we
“Let’s go. Anderson” Max tapped Iris’ shoulder. She looked up on him with a questioning face. “We’re going back to Victoria,” he said as he flips the sleeves of his jacket to its right side. Iris sighed and stood up, she looked on her peace lily wondering if William already got rid of Victoria. When two of their members came in last night, she ordered them to bring her body to their hideout. And since there has been no signal for her to hunt and deliver Victoria, she’s assuming that she has been taken care of. “Get yourself ready, I’m gonna go tell Claire we’re leaving, okay?” “What?” Max was startled with Iris’ tone of irritation, he turned to her with his eyebrows furrowed. “I mean, she’s coming with us?” Iris said trying to hide her annoyance. “Yeah, she needs to. She’s part of this case now too,” Max answered, still weirded out. Iris just bit her lowe
Iris went to their hideout in front of her building. She stormed inside the motel, surprising the hideous looking men who were crowding in the lounge playing pokers. A rain of whistles and hoots came from their mouths when Iris walked her way towards the elevator. She didn’t spare them a glance, instead, she levitated the beverage refrigerator from her side and threw it across the room, slamming it to the stunned men whose eyes widened in fear as they watch the refrigerator flew towards them.Iris quietly hopped in the elevator, the awful voices throwing different profanities and howling of the men slowly fainted as the door closed. She exhaled sharply, her mind still cannot process what happened to their men, all she knows is that whoever killed the victims, was an enemy of their gang.She reached the floor of their hideout and went straight to their room. She stood in front of the door as she tries to calm
The first thing that came into Iris’ mind when she heard that Roxanne’s now dead was how will she shut the mouths of those disgusting men from the motel’s lobby earlier. Clearly, if the police searches for Roxanne’s last whereabouts, those men are the witnesses. She regretted that she didn’t give them a warm hug. Max, Claire and Iris quickly grabbed their badges and headed downstairs with urgency. Iris’ mind was swirling with all the possibilities of Roxanne’s death that may affect their gang. She cursed under her breath for the major and most likely possible thing that crossed her mind; William still on the motel, mourning for his dead girlfriend. “She was found on her car,” William suddenly spoke, his eyes on his phone as the elevator doors opened. “Location?” Iris asked, a hint of relief tailed on her words as the bubble of her most frightening thought burst. Wasting no second, they
‘Gotcha. Come out now and meet me.’ Iris hit the send button as her grip on the steering wheel tightened. Aside from feeling euphoric that she has confirmed the killer’s identity to William, her hands are itching for some action. She wants to hear the cries and pleas of the killer when it begs for her mercy. Three of their assassins were killed, and their deaths are a great loss for the gang—well, except for Roxanne’s, Iris thought. She hated the guts of that woman. If only I could kill you with my own hands, I would snap your body into two! Her teeth gritted in both fury and excitement. She drove her way back to the station, beating the red lights of the road letting her police sirens wailing above her car be her pass. She smirked in satisfaction. She stepped out of the car when her phone beeped inside her pocket. ’Louiss
Iris knew that Sergeant Claire Martin has something up on her sleeves. The minute she talked to her when they first met, she radiated of omen—definitely someone who has ulterior motive, just like her. But she gave her the benefit of the doubt, and now she’s finally facing the consequence of not believing her guts.What if I just kill her?“You can’t.” Iris eyes widened when she answered. “And no, I don’t read minds. It just happens that your eyes are all screaming at me to die.”“Why the hell do you think I can’t?”Claire’s lips curled on one side. “Because if you do kill me, the little vengeance that you’re plotting for so long will be pointless.”Iris squeezed her eyes shut, frustration creeping in because she knows Claire was right, she can&rs