Heather and Isabel were sitting at the кухня table, having a cup of coffee. Heather had insisted on wanting to know why exactly Isabel had been fired from the police department.
Isabel was about to reproach her cousin for her way of making money when the колокол, колокольчик, белл rang.
“I’ll get it” Heather сказал(-а) fast, glad she wouldn’t have to comment. She walked to the door and was slightly surprised to see Cas in the doorway.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure” Heather сказал(-а) and she stepped aside. She walked him to the kitchen. “Do Ты want some coffee?”
“No” Cas replied, looking straight at Isabel, who got a strange vibe.
“Eh, Heather, I have to go” she сказал(-а) slowly, getting up from her chair. She started walking when Cas saw something shining from underneath her jacket. He raced to the drawer and pulled out a knife. He grabbed Heather’s arm and pulled her to him.
“Inspector Roberts!” he shouted.
Isabel turned around and swallowed; Cas was holding the нож against Heather’s throat.
“Give me your gun” he ordered shaking.
Isabel slowly conjured her weapon and gave it to Cas. He threw the нож in the sink and held the gun against Heather’s head.
“Sit down” he ordered.
Heather sank down on her chair.
“You too” Cas snapped to Isabel, who did the same. He turned to Heather. “Where’s your stuff?” he asked agitated.
“What?” Heather asked uncomprehending.
“The drugs Ты gave me. Where is it?” he snapped, waving with the gun.
“It’s gone. I got rid of it” Heather answered scared.
“You’re lying” Cas прокомментировал(-а) and he walked to Isabel. He aimed the gun at her. “Where is it?” he asked threatening.
“What do Ты want it for? Don’t Ты remember what happened the last time? You’re going to kill yourself” Heather tried to reason with him.
“It’s my body!” Cas exclaimed defensive. “I can do with it whatever I want. Now, where is it?”
Heather, who had tears in her eyes, looked from Isabel to Cas. “It’s in my bedroom”
Cas left the women alone and rushed to Heather’s bedroom.