Thread: In The Hearts of Men [Torrid x Rekoj]

Call me Nani, Sir... it's easier she shifted uncomfortably in the seat he'd offered her. It was probably the cleanest, plushest chair in the entire station but Nani hadn't been comfortable in anyway since the day she'd heard the murder of the judge and his wife and witnessed the murder of their neighbor. She ran her fingers over her jean clad thighs and looked around the tightly closed up room, there were always rumors about the shady police force, but Nani had always assumed they were just that... rumors. But given the actions of the chief of police she was nervous about her choice to come in. What if the room was bugged, they'd know her name now, they'd know her face. She shivered lightly and pulled her sweater tightly around her. I was taking my break from lunch when I heard the first two gunshots the scene flashed through her head I heard a car start so I thought it would be ok to walk out to the other alley... I hoped I could check on whoever was injured maybe get them help in time or something you know... I thought... if I could have gotten there in time maybe.... she paused a little and skipped the rest of the thought the car was really a white van, it had faded lettering from the dry cleaner chain that closed a long time ago Dillard's Dry Cleaning Nani thought that the owners of the company probably sold off all of those vans so it probably wouldn't mean anything but it would give them a place to start. I think the license plate was original to the van from the company because it said DIL 0032, I only remember that because it was really really simple. If someone had bought the van for personal use they'd have changed the plates to their own, whoever bought the van never bothered. Two guys got out of the van and, the guy driving called the other guy Jimmy... but the drivers name was never mentioned. The driver had blond hair, he was too far away for me to see his eyes though... he seemed really tall even from where I was, definitely over 6 feet tall. She was wracking her brain for any other information she could give them about him he was wearing a black sweater, jeans and work boots. I couldn't see anything like tattoo's cause he was covered up. His voice was really deep and kinda scratchy like he'd chain smoked to many cigarettes he yelled 'Jimmy, The boss said no witness' another mans life meant nothing to him... he was so causal about it her voice cracked a little and tears swelled behind her eyes. She leaned forward and sunk her head into her hands a little I'm sorry can I have a glass of water or something, my nerves are really shot and I'm scared The chief pulled a bottled water out of his desk and brought it over to her, twisting the cap off before handing her the bottle. Don't worry, just take your time he said softly to her before retaking his seat in the chair behind his desk. Nani took a few gulps of water and then set the bottle down I remember Jimmy the most, he was tall too but shorter than the driver. His hair was dark and his skin was really reallly tan like he spent a lot of time outdoors or something and he was wearing jeans, work boots and a one of those sweaters with the local sports team on it, he had the sleeves rolled up and I could see a huge tattoo on his right arm but I couldn't make out what it was from where I was. She closed her eyes and fought against the desire to be sick When the driver told him no witnesses Jimmy grabbed the older man and said to him 'sorry man, i gotta do it' the gun... she shivered a little the gun seemed so big, the bullet just.... blew through his chest... i'll never forget that... it's burned into my mind. It just took out his chest... then Jimmy yelled 'lets get the fuck out of here, now man' he sounded like he'd had enough of the killing or something. But I doubt it bothered him that much. I think that's it... is any of this going to help?