Page 33 of Dirty Daria
“I don’t know who it was.”
“Man or woman?”
“Man,” he scoffs. “If it were a woman, I’d hardly be in danger.”
I refrain from informing him Daria could take him down with one hand tied behind her back. Sexist fucking jerk.
“Would you recognize him if you saw him?” I ask.
“No, he was wearing a mask.”
“You could have mentioned that before. What kind of mask?”
“Like a ski mask.”
“Like a ski mask? Or an actual ski mask?”
“An actual ski mask.”
“Okay, what about his clothes?”
“What he was wearing? A tuxedo, just like everyone else.”
“Well, obviously it wasn’t a pro, since he cut your fucking bow tie instead of your neck.”
“I think it was a warning,” David says, his face still pale.
“A warning for what? Something happen? I don’t think you’re giving me the full picture here, Tremblay. Why don’t you start from the beginning and tell me everything that happened, and don’t leave anything out this time.”
“Fine. I went to the bathroom. Someone in a ski mask snuck up behind me when I was at the urinal and tried to slit my throat. I must have moved or something because they were only able to cut my bow tie. Thank god I did, or I’d be dead now.”
“I’m sure your ninja like reflexes saved your life. Impressive,” I say drily, then turn to Andrews and say, “Will you radio out and see if anyone has seen a guy with a knife and a ski mask?”
Andrews raises a brow as though he can’t believe the request. I don’t blame him. “I know. Just do it.” I sigh. Andrews takes off down the hall, radio raised to his mouth as he goes.
Sometimes I hate this part of the job, where it feels like we are paying more attention to protecting the bad guy instead of the good. Not only has he interrupted my time with Daria, but he did it before she answered my question about a compromise.
And something doesn’t add up with his story. The main thing being that no killer with even a modicum of skill is going to miss the neck and cut the bowtie. It makes no sense, which causes me to wonder if it really happened at all. Maybe Tremblay just wants us tothinksomeone is after him.
Though, someone did try to shoot us at the drop house. Or at least shoot near us. If they were warning shots, they were good ones. And if this was a warning, why warn him again? Wasn’t the first time enough? Unless he’s got more than one person trying to warn him because more than one person wants to kill him. Wouldn’t surprise me.
“What do we do now? Go on lockdown?” David asks, looking amped up.
“Lockdown?” I ask.
“Yeah, you know, like in the movies when they don’t want anyone to leave so they can catch the perp?”
“You want me to interrupt the wedding of the fucking year and put everyone on lockdown?”
“Well, I don’t want to be killed.”
“What really happened, Tremblay?”
“I told you what happened.”
“I’m not buying it.”
“I don’t know what to tell you.”
