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Chapter 5 by micdan282 micdan282

In the Morning

Knock Knock

It started with a knock at the door. Rikki was curled up on the couch, still in her pyjamas, clutching a mug of coffee she’d been sipping. The knock was deliberate. Sharp. Not the lazy tap of a neighbour or the familiar rhythm of a delivery. She sat up straighter, muscles tensing. Coffee forgotten. Finn poked his head out from the kitchen, holding a half-toasted bagel.

“Expecting someone?”

“No,” Rikki said, already on her feet. She padded silently to the front door, her bare feet making no sound on the hardwood. She opened it a few cautious inches. Detective Thatcher stood in the hallway. Her stomach knotted.

“Rikki,” he greeted her, his voice low and unreadable. “Can we talk?”

She opened the door farther, stepping into the hall and closing it firmly behind her before Finn could get a look.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she hissed. “Especially not like this.”

“I’ve been trying to reach you.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“You’re always busy,” he said. Then after a beat, “We’ve got a problem.”

She folded her arms.

“I’m listening.”

“There’s a new player in town. Name’s Whisper by the sounds of it she's extremely dangerous. Ex-black ops if rumours are right and she's known for being... manipulative.”

“And?” Rikki’s voice was flat, but her heart had begun to pick up speed.

“She’s been showing up anywhere The Supplier or his weapons have been and killing anyone that gets in her way. Last sighting was at the Corpses old base. Wanted to warn you about her since you’re also going after the Supplier.”

“I appreciate the heads up,” She whispered, glancing towards her apartment door. Thatcher raised his brows, glancing at the door.

“Boyfriend?”

Rikki didn’t answer.

“Look, Rikki,” Thatcher said, voice softening just slightly, “you keep juggling these two lives, they’re going to crash together. And when they do, people get hurt.”

“Thanks for the warning,” she muttered. He nodded once and walked off down the hallway. When she stepped back inside, Finn was waiting on the couch, frowning.

“Everything okay?”

She **** a smile and tried to ignore the thudding in her chest.

“Just work stuff. One of my parolees is in trouble again.”

Finn studied her for a long moment.

“You sure that’s all?”

“Of course,” she lied.

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