I can feel his eyes on me as I turn away to fill the glass. Honestly, I want to smash the glass against the side of his head. The few times I’ve spent around the man included his partner. Alone, he gives off fucked-up vibes. Creepy.
“When do you think you’ll catch this guy?” I plunk the glass down and take a seat across the table from the agent, not wanting to be closer than necessary.
“Hard to say. Some of these cases go on for years.” He folds his hands on top of the paperwork.
“Jesus.” Of course, I already knew this. This guy has been at it for over a year. “And how many people did he kill?”
“Eleven,” Agent Halifax responds. “That we know of. All of them missing their left ring finger.”
The fucker is still looking at me. What an asshole.
My phone rings, breaking the bizarre staring contest we have going on. Grateful for the interruption, I answer. “Hello?”
“Gav! I’m going to Vegas, wanna come?” Hawke is practically shouting with excitement.
“Vegas?” I push back and stand up, walking to the next room for privacy. And to get that creepy fuck’s eyes off of me.
“Yeah! It’s going to be so fucking awesome!” I can hear him talking to someone in the background and a bunch of cheers rise up. He’s invited other people.
“Sounds fun, but I’d have to bring my entourage of yetis,” I remind him.
“Shit,” he grumbles. “I forgot.”
“It wouldn’t be any fun with them tagging along.” Not the way Hawke parties. “You go. I’ll talk to you when you get back.”
“Dude, this sucks. They need to fucking catch this asshole,” Hawke snarls. “It’s vacation time. No album, no tours, no recording we need to worry about.”
“I know. They’re working on it. Catch ya later.”
I hang up, annoyed that once again, my life is ruined by the nameless, faceless asshole that’s terrorizing me.
“Friend or boyfriend?”
I jump, unaware that Agent Halifax was standing right behind me.
“Shit!” I scowl at the man and step back. “What the fuck?”
“Sorry,” he smirks, not looking at all sorry. “Was that a friend or a boyfriend?” the man repeats.
What the—? I’ve had enough of Agent Asshat.
“None of your fucking business,” I snap. This asshole has some nerve. “I’m going out soon, so I’ll need you to leave.”
Agent Halifax acts as if nothing that just occurred was the least bit strange. “No problem. We’ll contact you when we know more.” He brushes his hand through his hair and winks.
My eyes must bulge out of my head. I was put off before, but now I’m fuming from his unprofessional behavior. I’m about to tear him a new ass when he opens the front door and leaves.
What in the ever-loving fuck was that?
Mitch
“Mom, no, I’m fine.”
I roll my eyes and sag onto my new couch, letting my head lay back. It smells like the furniture store. I hate it.
“Mitchell, you’re not fine. I hear it in your voice.”
My mother’s newest goal is to fix my pathetic love life. Specifically, get Gavin and me back together.