Derek panted having spent the morning running. His sister had kicked him out after the cops had come looking for him. And after a pseudo friend had heard Derek had slept with his girlfriend, he’d snitched on him. So now he was out of places to go and being looked for by the Pitbull best friend.
In that moment, Derek assumed it was because they knew he had shot Amelia. And he was sure she was either dead or in the hospital close to it. Which of course upset him to the point of throwing up since he hadn’t meant to.
But low and behold, here he was.
A murderer on the run all because he couldn’t cut his f*****g losses.
Panting as he took up a fire escape, he looked around inside. As he opened the window to the apartment and glanced around still, he could see it was emptier than bef
