Heather unlocked the door and looked at Meg who had been leaning against the door in an attempt to hear what they were doing.
“Did Cas throw up?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah” Heather answered. “I’m going to need toi to clean it up”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Meg commenté offended.
“Of course not, sweetie” Heather smiled weak and she caressed Meg’s cheek. “A maid I would pay. Now, come on, be a doll” And she walked back into the room.
When Meg came back with a mob Heather had taken off her T-shirt and as Meg walked to the vomit spot Heather crawled into the lit and sat astride on Cas. She opened the buttons of his shirt, making Meg stop cleaning.
“What are toi doing?” she asked suspicious.
Heather sighed and rolled her eyes. Then she managed to produce a smirk and turned her head to Meg. “Collecting, of course”
“But…” Meg stammered. She frowned a little frustrated and waved at Cas. “He’s not even awake. toi can’t do this”
“Oh, he’s awake” Heather a dit hoarse as she kissed Cas’ chest. “He’s in some kind of rush. He doesn’t really care about what’s happening around him”
“Meg?” Cas mumbled weak.
“What the hell did toi give him?” Meg wanted to know.
“Something to take the pain away, like toi asked” Heather responded, irritated that Meg was still in the room.
Meg’s eye fell on the mallette, porte-documents and she wanted to pick it up and open it. However, Heather noticed what she was up to and she climbed off Cas. She jerked the mallette, porte-documents out of Meg’s hands and dragged Meg to the door.
“I think you’ve seen enough” Heather a dit sharp. “Go do something. Maybe toi can dye your hair again, because, no offense, sweetie, but the blonde? Not your color”
She opened the door and pushed Meg outside.
“Did Cas throw up?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah” Heather answered. “I’m going to need toi to clean it up”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Meg commenté offended.
“Of course not, sweetie” Heather smiled weak and she caressed Meg’s cheek. “A maid I would pay. Now, come on, be a doll” And she walked back into the room.
When Meg came back with a mob Heather had taken off her T-shirt and as Meg walked to the vomit spot Heather crawled into the lit and sat astride on Cas. She opened the buttons of his shirt, making Meg stop cleaning.
“What are toi doing?” she asked suspicious.
Heather sighed and rolled her eyes. Then she managed to produce a smirk and turned her head to Meg. “Collecting, of course”
“But…” Meg stammered. She frowned a little frustrated and waved at Cas. “He’s not even awake. toi can’t do this”
“Oh, he’s awake” Heather a dit hoarse as she kissed Cas’ chest. “He’s in some kind of rush. He doesn’t really care about what’s happening around him”
“Meg?” Cas mumbled weak.
“What the hell did toi give him?” Meg wanted to know.
“Something to take the pain away, like toi asked” Heather responded, irritated that Meg was still in the room.
Meg’s eye fell on the mallette, porte-documents and she wanted to pick it up and open it. However, Heather noticed what she was up to and she climbed off Cas. She jerked the mallette, porte-documents out of Meg’s hands and dragged Meg to the door.
“I think you’ve seen enough” Heather a dit sharp. “Go do something. Maybe toi can dye your hair again, because, no offense, sweetie, but the blonde? Not your color”
She opened the door and pushed Meg outside.
From the prison’s roof Naomi watched the ambulance men ride the stretcher with Dean on in the ambulance. A vicious smile played around her lips.
Anna had killed Dean, but had been so careless as to leave his body unguarded. Naomi had done juju on the police and the prison staff and then she had transported Dean to a cell.
Dean wasn’t convicted. In fact they would’ve released him. People that weren’t convicted yet, didn’t get a free trip to prison.
But fact was that in prison the chance of Dean being found was much bigger and Dean being found was exactly what Naomi was hoping for. See, Dean was a healthy young man-beside the fact that he was dead-and there were no physical traces, so what had caused his death. Someone like Dean didn’t just drop dead. They would want to do an autopsy, inadvertently killing Dean.
And there would be no one to save him.
Anna had killed Dean, but had been so careless as to leave his body unguarded. Naomi had done juju on the police and the prison staff and then she had transported Dean to a cell.
Dean wasn’t convicted. In fact they would’ve released him. People that weren’t convicted yet, didn’t get a free trip to prison.
But fact was that in prison the chance of Dean being found was much bigger and Dean being found was exactly what Naomi was hoping for. See, Dean was a healthy young man-beside the fact that he was dead-and there were no physical traces, so what had caused his death. Someone like Dean didn’t just drop dead. They would want to do an autopsy, inadvertently killing Dean.
And there would be no one to save him.
