The Agent (Chapter 5, Storms and Nightmares)

by Alec in Michigan

Bailey greeted the two undercover police officers at her door with a solemn nod. They had been stationed here since the day after Mark’s death. They answered with an equally stoic glance. She unlocked the front door, and stepped silently inside. Bailey trudged up the stairs to the master bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed. She sighed heavily, and drifted into a light nap….

I concentrated on nothing but the dark, wet road in front of me. An occasional rain drop would fall onto the windshield, the calm before the storm. And as I arrived on the rough gravel driveway of the Williams’s address, and the dirt road began to transform to mud, a storm did arrive, and it was vicious. Thunder clapped vociferously, and lightning illuminated the sky with an eerie blue glow. I clutched the handle of a large, black umbrella as I jogged towards the entrance of the large mansion, trying my best to avoid the downpour, which proved to be nearly impossible. I flashed my badge to the two undercover security officers at the entrance, and they unlocked the door, grudgingly, to say the least.
I stepped inside the cavernous foyer.

Bailey walked slowly up the driveway, a plastic bag between her fingers. She smiled brightly, the day growing more luminous by the second. She unlocked the front door, and walked briskly down the hallway, longing to see Mark. Bailey stepped into her study, only to be confronted by the worst scenario possible. Mark lay slumped on the floor, riddled with terrible red holes. And standing in front of him was the face that had haunted her and Mark’s dreams for eighteen long years.
Owen Antowitz.
He was holding a machine gun, and raised it when Bailey stepped in the room.
Owen pulled the trigger.