Finding the serial killer

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Jake’s POV,

Our moves, expressions were robotic the second before we took our first celebrated steps inside the perimeter of my apartment. I'm still star struck, adrenaline pumping through my veins, yelling me to let it burst out, I've actually done something for once and not mess up. "I can't believe we did it?” breathing is hard, talking is hard, even thinking straight is hard. thoughts are clouded and my heart feels so weak, my legs are wobbly and tongue threatens to give up. Being deflowered didn’t felt this exciting.

“The only good thing about this job is being able to feel this.” I can't agree more. “I deserve a drink.” She walked in to put down the keys and took the bag from me taking it to sit on the couch. “I'm afraid my nerves might burst before I'll do something about it.”

“No, we still have so much more to do.” I pointed at the bag taking it from her to the table in the middle of the room. I gaze at the device ticking on my wrist. “If we start now, we might be able to pull some information before work.” Reality is slowly sinking in, what we did till now was really just the simple part of the job, here comes the hard part and well boring. What else can we except by watching hours of CCTV footage and suspicious files.

“Oh no.” I walked closer to stand beside her legs.

“I’ll brew some coffee and get my laptop. If you want some change of clothes, you can borrow some of mine. It’s all there in the room.” I signalled her to my closet facing across the wall from the couch. “They might be a bit big on you, but that’s all I have to offer.”

“Thanks, I needed that.” she pulled herself out of the couch, “and I need two espresso shots. I'll need it tonight.”

I changed into my blue striped pajamas and came to the kitchen to brew two cups of coffee. I took in a deep breath before remembering to walk in the kitchen. I know it’ll be a hot mess, I know I will have a minor anxiety stroke. I made a mess earlier and completely forget I had to clean that too. I guess I'll have to hurry up before Emily freshens up. I got in the kitchen and it was sparkly clean. I mean the sink, the counter, all the leftovers, everything rested on their place.

Wait, did Jerry cleaned it?

“What are you doing?” I almost jumped. It was Emily watching the coffee I brew from over my shoulder. My heart is too weak to take this right now. I turned to face her and I see her. I look at her every inch. I gaze at her cheek flushing red with my gaze. She was uncomfortable and it made me laugh. I don’t laugh because she was uncomfortable, I laugh because she was uncomfortable to wear my clothes which was contrasting to her funeral-themed clothing collection. “Why? does it look funny?” she looks down at herself. It’s weird because it’s more normal now. She isn’t usually a fan of bright coloured clothing and that shows in all her outfits she ever owns. “I knew it won't look good.” She wore my maroon jogger pajamas matching it with a yellow shirt that looked oversized, but pairs perfectly with her bronze skin. She looked amazing. And I will do anything but let her realize I'm mesmerized by merely her wearing my clothes.

I shouldn’t be so easy.

“It suits you. you should try more colors.” I say before turning to pick up our coffees.

“Really?”

“Your coffee.” I gave her the cup, words in my mouth dying to come out as a compliment when I pulled aback by the doorbell. “Who is it this late?” I put back my cup before, “I'll go check it out.” I click open the door fearing it might be the guy we just stole from taking up cops to the cops. Just the thought startled me. oh man, if that is to happen, I'll lose my job. I'll even be declared a criminal. I almost convinced myself from answering the door. I'm thinking which window should help me escape safely from the fifth floor of this apartment.

My instincts took better of me. I answered the door. “Jerry? Stella?” they stood outside holding a red-golden box in their hands.

“Hi, oh! Emily.” Stella said watching over my shoulder. Emily stood right beside me. damn, I'm dying today. yes. “I didn’t know you guys were—” Stella has her own imagination no one can stop her from.

“We were just working.” I looked at Jerry questioningly. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Did you forget your birthday?” Stella pushed her way inside.

“We thought it’ll be the first time in five years we are together. So why not celebrate it together. Stella and I made a cake for you.” they unbox the cake. “It’s mom’s recipe, surely to delight.” I don’t know why an adult male who is about to turn thirty-two in five minutes gets so emotional for a birthday celebration. But I am. I don’t cry but I'm crying inside. I didn’t even remember it was my birthday and now it’s one of the most special memories of my birthday after the one I celebrated seven years ago, the worst memory of my life.

I don’t know what to say. I don’t know why I can't say that I'm so thankful, I'm afraid if I utter a word, I'll cry out an ocean.