Song: Heathens- Twenty one pilots

We end up staying in New York a few more days to do another job. The good thing is that it keeps my mind off of Stella. We put on our gloves before even touching the door handle and walking in. When we walk into the apartment on the seventh floor there is music playing in the living room from an old radio. Zane walks over and turns it off instantly and then we turn on the lights to see what we are dealing with. This is for sure not the work of Draven. Draven was always clean with his work for the most part anyway. He always killed with one shot...sometimes two but that was only if he happened to miss the first time and that was very unlikely.

Whatever went down here it was for sure the intent to kill and it all went wrong probably from the very start. There is a guy laying on the living room floor between the flipped over coffee table and the couch. He was shot three times in the chest and once in the side of his head. Papers are scattered all over the floor, splattered in blood. We walk into the dining area and the whole table is set up in fine China and crystal glass wear. There is food set out like they were in the middle of eating. The woman...I assume the guys' wife, is face down in a plate full of food.

Zane walks over and lefts her head and someone did a number on her before shooting her in the back of the head. She has several cuts on her face from where someone beat the shit out of her before killing her. Her blood is splattered all over the table. This is going to take hours to clean.

I walk out of the room and make my way down the hallway. They have three bedrooms and a bathroom. One room is the master suite and the other looks to be an office, both rooms everything is thrown about as if whoever did this was looking for something. The other room is a boy's room. There are dinosaurs on the wall and the toy bin is loaded with dinosaur toys among a few cars and blocks. There is a small twin bed in the middle of the room and it is still made. The room is actually not touched. I open the closet door hoping to spot the boy but he is not in there, matter of fact the only thing in there is a few toys and clothes. I look under his bed and then walk back out into the hallway. I stride over to the bathroom. I look in the shower, closet the cabinets and nothing. I go back to the parents' bedroom and continue my search.

As I walk back into the living room Zane is hovering over the dead guy and getting him ready to be carried to the bathroom to be thrown in the tub. He glances up at me as I open the closet door in the entry way. "What the hell are you looking for? Come on I need you to help me get this guy in the bathroom."

I walk over towards him and bend down to grab the guy. "They have a son. I looked in all the rooms and he is not here."

"Maybe he never was here."

I shake my head at that. "No he was here."

"Atticus what makes you think that he was?"

As I help him carry the guy to the bathroom, I look into the dining room again. I notice a dinosaur in one of the chairs. There is also two other places set out on the table besides where the mother was sitting. "There were three plates set up in the dining room."

I drop the guy in the tub and walk back out. I make my way into the dining room. Sure enough there are only three places set. I pull out the chair where the boy would have been sitting and reach down to grab the dinosaur. Zane walks in behind me. "Bring me the woman."

I hold up the dinosaur for him to see. "He was here but I looked everywhere whoever did this shit also took the kid."

"And it's not our problem. We are here to clean this shit up...not worry about why the hell they did it. Now come on get your shit together and bring me her body. I will take care of them you take care of all this other shit."

I do as I am told. I pull out the chair and her body slumps over. I bend down and pick her up and carry her to the bathroom. It amazes me how much dead weight actually weighs...nothing like the one twenty that she probably really is. Zane is already getting to work on all the chemicals and decomposing of the body.

I can't get my mind off of the kid. I walk back to the living room and figured this would be the easier part to clean. I pick up the table and set it to the far side once it is cleaned. I then roll of the rug for us to dispose of it later. I pick up all the blood splattered papers and toss them into the black bag. I get out the mop and then spray on the solution right onto the floor and mop the remainder of the blood. I pour out the water mixture of blood into the kitchen sink and then fill the bucket back up with more water and bleach. I clean up the living room, making it spotless and back to hopefully the way that it was. Not sure if company ever came over and if they were to walk in tomorrow...I'm sure they would notice right off that something is different.

 I do another inspection of the room to make sure I covered everything and then head to the dining room. I gather the plates of food and dump the contents into the black bag. I get the all the dishes and take them to the kitchen. It would be easier just tossing them all into the trash but I notice in the glass cabinet she has the rest of the set of the dishes. Once the table is cleared off, I roll up the table cloth and throw it in the trash. There is no way that blood is coming out of that cream colored material. I get out the sponge and scrub the table and the chairs down. I get to work on the floor next and then stop to look at the room before going to the kitchen.

Zane is still in the bathroom working away. I wash each single dish and glass and dry them off. I put everything away back into the glass cabinet and the silverware drawer and honestly it looks like they haven't been home in days. I walk down the hallway to see if he is anywhere near done. "Living room and dining room is complete. Do you want me to straighten up the office and the bedroom?"

"Yes, wipe everything down really well. I'm sure these guys were fucking idiots and left fingerprints everywhere."

I walk out and go to the back bedroom, the master bedroom. I start cleaning up. All the papers I just toss in the bag. I straighten up the bed and the clothes I try to sort and place them nicely back into the drawers. I hang up the clothes that were down in the closet and organize the shoes. In the office I do the same thing. I clean down everything and put things away. It's not in it's right location but it's all cleaned up. I walk down the hallway and take a look at all the pictures on the walls.

In the living room more pictures. Most are of the three of them as a nice little family or what family it was. There is more of the boy though; him riding on his first trike and him playing with his dinosaurs. Pictures with sand between his toes and running along the beach not to mention all the other places they have taken him too like Disney and Paris and so much more. The kid had a good life here with them. I can't ever remember going on vacation with my own family.

My mind wonders off about the damn kid. Who took him and why? There is nothing here that tells me that these were not his parents he is a spitting image of his dad and has his mother's nose. What the hell happened here? I am interrupted by all my thoughts when Zane walks back into the room. "Wow...you did good, looks practically new in here. You ready to get out of here?"

I just nod my head. It's been a long day. We have to carry the two black bags out, plus the rolled up carpet. We leave and enter the elevator. Zane pushes the button to go down. When the doors open there is a girl waiting to get on the elevator to go up. She waits for us to exit. I hold the door open for her and her son. Once she is in she looks up at me and her face goes stone cold when she recognizes me. I don't say a word as I look down at the little boy and then back up at her. "You have a good day ma'am."

And she is still looking back at me hoping that I don't say a word. The doors close and I watch as the elevator goes up way past the seventh floor.

Zane nudges me. "Come on we got to be going; get your head out of the clouds. Hell she has a kid for Christ sakes."Thankfully he doesn't recall seeing her.

I shake my head and ignore him. It's not the fact that she has a kid. It's the girl from the Club. She acted like she was fucking poor living in the dumps and needed money to make it however if she is living in this apartment complex she has fucking money. I wonder if she has a husband or is she really a single mother. Hell maybe this is her parents' place or a friends' who knows I should not be judging her.

I load up the van and we drive to a remote location and take out the trash and the rolled up rug. We pour gasoline all over the pile and set it on fire and watch it burn all the way down into nothing but ashes.