Dead.

The next morning, I found myself opening my eyes, realising I had slept on Frank's couch. Frank was in the other room, probably waking up with a hangover with a migraine.

I sat up, my whole body getting goosebumps as images of last night played in my head. I smiled lightly, and reached to the coffee table for the remote. I turned on the tv, and as expected, Amber was on tv-well, her dead body was. I had disposed the body onto someone's porch. No one specific. And, ah, yes. Frankie and I were finally noticed as a team.

"We were notified that Amber had went to the club around 9 p.m,” Toro seemed disappointed, and his expression satisfied me. I leaned in closer to the tv, “That’s right, Toro. Tell them.”

He paused, “There’s a speculation that...there are two men. Two killers. In a clip we pulled from the security cameras, it shows that one man was leading Amber out, and another was following close behind. We suspect the two because both had jackets over their heads as they walked pass the security cameras.”

I leaned back against the couch, grinning.

Frankie dragged himself into the living room, "Fuck, I have a big migraine." He rubbed his forehead with his hand before sitting down close to me. I grinned at the tv, "You watching?"

Frankie looked at barely smiled, "I would be happy about this if my head wasn't killing me."

I smiled, really happy about what I've accomplished, "Aren't you proud of me?"

Frankie paused, "Yeah, sure."

I scrunched up my nose, "But it was clever, don't cha think?"

Frankie growled, "It wasn't clever when you got me drunk?"

I rolled my eyes, "You got yourself drunk. I didn't force anything down your throat."

Frankie didn't reply.

I added, "I told you to drink because I knew you'd get in the way last night..." I muttered, "And yet you still managed to."

There was tension between us. I can feel the anger coming from Frankie, but I sent off the vibe of "don't fuck with me". The vibe had left when Mikey trotted into the living room and sat on a recliner. His sunglasses shaded over his eyes as he groan, "I'm never drinking again."

Frankie snickered, "Sure."

Mikey smiled weakly, "Shut up, Frank."

It was quiet for a while as we watched the news. Mikey looked astonished, I was glaring at Toro, and Frankie just seemed flat-out bored. Mikey said, "I can't believe two people are involved." He looked at Frankie, "Who would've known?"

Frankie didn't reply.

Mikey let out a breath, "This town is in some deep shit." Mikey looked down before looking at Frankie and me, "We should leave."

Frankie rolled his eyes and finally spoke up, "Shut up, Mikey."

Mikey rebutted, "You shut up. Don't you understand that we're in great danger? I don't know what I would do if I lost you guys." He whispered the last half, but we heard it clearly.

I wasn't sure how Frankie felt, but I didn't.

Mikey continued, "I don't know what to do." He tightened his jaw, "I don't want to die."

"Complaining doesn't solve anything." Frankie said with a slight announce in his voice. He got up from the couch, "I'm going to go down the block to the liquor store."

I replied, "For what?"

Frankie scowled, "To fuck your mom." He added as he opened the door, "I'm going to get bubbly soda or some shit to relieve my headache."

Mikey called, "Hold on, I'm coming with you."

"I'm already heading out."

Mikey got up from the couch and called, "I'll catch up!"

Frankie had shut the door. I watched as Mikey jogged down the hall, disappearing into the darkness.

I yelled out, "I guess I'll stay here?!"

No reply.

I rolled my eyes before staring into the eyes of Toro who walked away from the camera. I said softly, "Let's play, Toro."

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