Heath locked the back door, he was ready for bed. It was around 12:00 and he had to get up early. He couldn’t sleep really, so he laid on the couch and turned on the TV. He laid his head on the couch pillow and closed his eyes. He wasn’t tired but tried to sleep. His relaxation didn’t last long; there was a loud bang that came outside. It sounded like a gunshot. Heath wasn’t sure if he wanted to go outside and investigate.
Heath did go outside, he opened his door slightly, and he was right there was a body of a man with one gunshot in his head. At first he didn’t believe that he heard a gunshot and now he saw it. It made his stomach feel like he just drank acid. What was going to happen now? He wasn’t sure if he should touch the body and look for some I.D. Well if he did touch the corpse then it would have his print, that wasn’t a good idea. He was going to call the police.
Heath went back in the house, and went in his kitchen, where the white phone hung. He picked up the handle before he dialed, he felt cold lead on the back of his neck, and the words, “Put the phone done.” Those words made him have goose bumps down his spine. Heath moved back from the phone and let his assailant get the upper hand. He turned his body around and stared at his captor. He was a tall man, probably in his early 30s, maybe middle. His hair was a light blonde color, and he wore a black rain coat. He held a .44 Magnum in his hand.
“I don’t know anything; I wasn’t going to call the police.” Heath tried to sound not nervous but he was.
“I’m not going to kill you, just don’t touch the phone.” His voice was calm, it wasn’t harsh.
“Okay”, he sat on the table chair.
The man sat next to him, he sat the gun on the table.
“Can I ask why you shot him?”
“I didn’t shoot him.” The man dug in his pocket and took out a badge.
Heath held it, “You’re a private investigator? Why don’t you want the police in here?”
“It’s not their problem, I’ve been tracking this man named Kris Tallman. He leaves a trail of victims, each with a bullet in their heads.”
Heath gulped, “Why, does he do it?”
The man answered, “He’s insane, and he was an ex-mercenary for some Russian Mobsters. This isn’t what the police can handle. I know it.”
“I wasn’t aware, see he’s around here?”
“Yes, he’s around here. I’ve been tracking him.”
This made Heath wished he hadn’t live out in the middle of nowhere and would have found a house in the city. Some night he was going to have, some killer was out and he was stuck with a weird Private investigator. The man he noticed had a scar; on his cheek, it was long. He was faded so it didn’t look very noticeable. Heath didn’t feel much protected with him here.
“Do you live here alone?” He asked.
“Yes, I just bought the house, a month ago. Would you like some coffee?”
“No.” The man held his gun for a moment and then put it back down.
Heath walked to the coffee pot and poured half of a cup. His hand shaked, “So Tobin, sorry I read your card. Why is this guy here?”
“I don’t know he picks smaller towns, like any killer.” Tobin’s voice faded.
“I think I should move after this.”
“Are you afraid of death?”
Tobin laughed, and put his hand on his chin.
Heath finally figured out, this guy wasn’t a P.I. he was the killer. It was obvious the odd behavior and the gun. “You’re the killer, it makes sense.”
“What?” Tobin looked at him awkwardly.
“You’re the killer, hey buddy you’re not going to kill me.”
“I’m not the killer. Don’t get nervous on me.” Tobin took a deep breath.
“It makes sense.” He mumbled to himself over and over again.
Tobin got up and stared out the window, Heath stared at the gun. It was the only way he would be safe, if he got to the killer first. Heath had never shot anyone before, but his fright surprisingly gave him courage. He fired three shots in the back of Tobin. His body fell in his own pool of blood. Heath took a deep sigh and stood by him. “You weren’t going to get me I’m not a victim.”
He wiped his brow and took a drink of coffee, his body shook. It wasn’t fright as so much happiness that he saved his own life. He couldn’t believe this jerk was going to kill him. “Goodbye, I’m guessing that guy outside is the real Tobin. Too bad you didn’t have a picture on your license.” He threw a blanket over his body and walked in the living room. Then he thought he should call the police. He went over by the phone and started to dial, before he dialed the one on the phone, a bullet went through his head.