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This hasnât really happened to me before. Sonya didnât seem to be altogether too worried about Chris. Of course it was normal to feel personally anxious she might have gotten involved in a break in. But for someone with so much anxiety and emotion, it didnât seem like anything else was on her mind about the crime. Emma was full of enough anxiety to want to consider every way a situation was wrong or could go wrong and she knew enough people like her to feel like Sonya was different. It didnât seem like she knew Joaquin at all either which made wandering into a strangerâs house all the more weird.
In case someone tries to mug me. I thought Norway had a really low crime rate. Emma realizes almost immediately how her words contradicted each other. An optimist would think it was just because Sonya was so caught up in the stressful moment. A pessimist would think it was because she was hiding something. Emilia wasnât usually an optimist when it didnât require making someone she cared for feel better. Sonya was a stranger and, in this case, the only suspect she knew.
She strained her faulty hearing, looking behind her at the open door but there was no sound of police sirens nor flashing lights yet. Hadnât Sonya already called the police? In a town where 911 calls were more or less rare, this came as a surprise to her. Emma looked back at Sonya. She really didnât want to think of this woman as anything more than an innocent witness. âI donât know, Sonya⊠But break ins arenât too rare, thereâs nothing you need to worry about. Youâre safe.â She lied, trying to sound reassuring as she made her way over to her. âIs there anyway I can borrow your phone? I left mine in my car and thereâs someone in the department I need to call as soon as possible.â She lied three times in a row, hoping she could determine something from the womanâs phone or anything else that came out of her pocket.
But sheâd have to be quick grabbing the phone and avoid touching her skin. Already, the stress of the moment was sending more and more tingles of electricity underneath her skin. It took all her willpower and control to remain calm coming closer to Sonya.
"Maybe you should call your friend, Chris, to let him know that his house has been broken into,â Sonya said. Maybe that would draw him back in. She was really itching to kill someone now. She didnât like all the prying questions that Emilia had, but Sonya couldnât say anything or sheâd blow her cover. Although, her excuses and lies may be exposed any minute now. Sonya was good at lying and acting. It was basically second nature for her, but sometimes, brute force was a better tool.Â
As Emilia continued to talk, Sonya walked around, now circling the blonde woman, almost like a lion going after their prey. Emilia wasnât a dense woman. She was a forensic scientist and surely had the skills and brain that got her that job. She didnât fall into it by accident. But Sonya had the skills and brain too. It was about to turn into a game of cat and mouse. âYes, hereâs my phone,â she said, tossing Emilia over her burner phone that was just about to die. She wasnât entirely sure what Emma was about to do, but she was sure that the woman would be checking to see if she called the police or call the police herself and report that something was off.Â
By now, the cops would have shown up, but they hadnât since Sonya never called them. As Emilia was preoccupied with the phone, Sonya sighed and took out her gun. She held it up to Emilia and waited for her to pay attention to her. âI really didnât want to have to kill anyone today. The blood is just so tedious to clean up,â she said in an exasperated voice. She scratched her forehead and adjusted her aim. âSo, two quick questions...what color is your blood? And where is your friend âChris?â Heâs really the person that Iâm here for.â
