The Night Visitor.

Camila tossed around in her bed. She was unable to sleep, even the medications were of no help to her. Thoughts of Elena and Richardson filled her mind. Her eyes were sunken and tired. She exhaled deeply; earlier in the day, she had gone to the cops with information.

She had met a young man at the entrance of the police station, when he was sure she was not lost and confused, he took her statement and said he would help but…

“Can’t sleep, huh?”

Her whole body jolted in fright. It felt like her heart would leap away from her chest. She scrambled in the darkness trying to reach for the bedside lamp, but instead, her hands brushed against another hand, and then the light was turned on. She scurried away as quickly as her tired body could.

There was a man sitting on the chair beside her bed. He was leaning backward, his hand on the table, and his forefinger resting on the trigger of a handgun. He had on black clothes, and the mop of hair on his head h