“Are you okay?” Iris dropped her hands, and smiled at Max who’s frowning at her.
“Yeah, why? What is it?”
Max looked down on her hands and squinted his eyes.
“What were you trying to put over the cabinet? Let me do it for you,” he said and stepped closer reaching out his hand. Iris stepped back, she was cursing inside her head while struggling to form an excuse.
“Detective Carter!”
The both of them looked back when a police yelled for Max’s name. He quickly ran towards him forgetting all about Iris. She sighed in relief and let the tiny camera float up to the cabinet, positioning it where it will give a view of the entire office. She was looking at Max and the police officer discussing over a paper when she successfully planted the camera.
“What happened?” Selene ran immediately to Max after she succeeded with her age
“There are three possibilities behind this photo,” the Chief’s voice echoed on his whole office. Several officers, Max and Iris sat on the couch, all attention gathered to the Chief who was walking back and forth in front of his desk. “First, this woman in the photo did kill the Westons.” The Chief stopped in front of his desk eyes unfocused and deep in his thoughts. He put both of his hands over the table, leaning to support his balance. “Second, the killer possibly came after her and killed the Westons. And lastly,” the Chief shot a look to Max. “She is an accomplice to the murder.” Max looked at the bulletin board where they pinned the printed picture of Mr. Weston and the killer. The woman, unfortunately, was standing with her back facing the camera. They could only see her hand with a nude nail polish, a coat covering her body figure, and her dark mid-length hair tied in a ponytail. Sh
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