The Second Wave Arrives, Part 1:
*I'm packing up the last of Cinny's toys so I can donate them when there is a knock on my door. Immediately followed by the ring of my doorbell and another knock* Oh this can't be good news. *I get up to walk to the door looking behind me to make sure nothing seems amiss.* COMING! *I have to yell it past another urgent knock on my door*
*I open the door to a female I have only seen once and hoped to never see again, apparently it's old home week or whatever they call that when the roaches from your past reappear. Next to the female is a male who must be a cop or in a similar business* Hello, may I help you? "Don't play innocent with me bitch, where is he?" *she pushes past me into my house, uninvited, followed by the man.*
Excuse me? Sheila, if I remember right that is your name, Why do you think you can just push your way into my home with no invitation and with no reason to? I haven't seen you in 7 years and even then all I knew of you was the sound you make when you cum. "Well, I never!"
*I smirk* Now don't lie, you always cum...unless you have a shit partner. Hmmm maybe you were faking it knowing what kind of lover Dan was. Speaking of which, where is he? You break up? I know this guy isn't him. "Listen up. Dan came to talk to you last week and I haven't heard from him since. Where is he, you must know. Probably tried to steal him back. And this man is Peter Felt, a police detective because I reported Dan missing and you were the last one to see him. Now, where is he?"
*I extend my hand to the detective, who I know is not thrilled to be here* Hello detective Felt, I'm Cordy King. What can I do for YOU? *He shakes my hand before replying* "Hello Miss King. Is there someplace we can sit and chat for a few. We really do need to know where Dan McKnight is." Sure come on in. Excuse the mess, I'm just packing up stuff for donations. *They sit on my sofa and I sit in my recliner*
Dan did show up here about a week or so ago. Demanded I give him a loan and I told him to fuck off. He didn't say what it was for just to pay something back. He had the audacity to be waiting outside my door when I came back from the post office. He tried to persuade me and I told him off. That was that. He called a couple days later, threatening me, demanding money to pay off whatever loan he had. I told him, again, to fuck off. I hung up and that was the last I've heard from him. I assumed he went back to you. *looking at Sheila*
<<<TBC>>>
