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       A Madman? - Chapter 7
       By: The Vixens Date: June 26, 2016, 10:40 am
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       Harvey lent on the hood of a brown car staring at a building
       across the street. The car itself belonged to Wilson who was
       currently in it calling P.J. to confirm their location. Harvey
       could tell that wasn't the only thing they were talking about
       but he didn't care. He had something much more important in
       mind. He took a sip of tea from a bottle; Wilson refused to let
       him drink in the car.
       
       The building Harvey was watching was the main training centre of
       RSI in Oceanport, New Jersey. P.J. had given Wilson the task to
       take him there before the sun had even come up; it was midday
       now. Harvey had neglected to tell Wilson why they were here.
       
       Wilson worked in the Homicide division of the NJPD. Harvey
       didn't know his actual position but he didn't want to know
       anyway. As he re-entered the car Wilson was hanging up his call.
       "You've had weeks to catch this murderer," Wilson said. "And yet
       you've done nothing."
       "I have actually," Harvey retorted. "I've spent those weeks
       doing background checks on everyone in that building." He
       pointed to the building in question. "And that takes time, even
       for me. I mean, have you seen how many people there are in
       there?"
       "That makes sense I suppose," Wilson answered.
       Wilson wasn't a tall man. Standing at only 5'1 he tended to get
       looked down on by his co-workers. Figuratively and literally. He
       grew up with an abusive mother and lived in a rough
       neighbourhood. His father died from cancer when he was 3 and was
       put up for foster care when he was 13. School was worse than
       home for him. He was constantly bullied for the colour of his
       skin and the teachers didn't seem to notice.
       "Of course it does," Harvey said. "I'm a genius."
       Wilson gave him a look. "A mad genius."
       "Nope, just a genius," Harvey said. "That incident with the
       knife was just an act. I needed to see if any of them would
       actually kill."
       "You stabbed a woman in the leg!"
       "In self-defence! Did you even read that magazine? She would
       have crushed my throat if I hadn't done something!" Harvey
       argued. "No one seems to notice that part."
       "But you got your answer," Wilson said.
       "Richelle is capable of murder," Harvey said rubbing his throat.
       Sometimes he could still feel her foot pressed against it. "But
       she's not the killer." At least not this time, he thought.
       "Then who is?" Wilson asked.
       Harvey leaned close to Wilson and whispered the killers name in
       his ear.
       "Don't be f*cking stupid!" Wilson snapped. "Why would..."
       "Shut up!" Harvey hissed. "Are you trying to draw attention to
       us?!"
       "And why are we being so discreet?" Wilson asked. "Why did you
       want me to drive you to New Jersey just so you could watch a
       building all day when..."
       "Do you always go on like this? I'd tell you if weren't suck a
       d*ck," Harvey said. "Say sorry and I'll consider it."
       Wilson gave him a hard stare before relaxing. "Fine, I'm sorry."
       "Apology accepted," Harvey said. He was silent for a brief
       while. "By the way, I'm not telling you."
       "But you said..."
       "What I said is that I'll consider it, not do it," Harvey said.
       "There's a difference."
       "Fair enough."
       "I'll tell you when the buildings empty again. Or maybe tomorrow
       since we'll be back here then."
       "Excuse me?" Wilson asked.
       "You heard me," Harvey answered.
       "We're doing this two days straight?" Wilson asked. "Why?"
       "Today we're just monitoring," Harvey said ignoring Wilson's
       question.
       "Then what is happening tomorrow?"
       "That's when we put my plan in motion."
       #Post#: 3167--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A Madman? - Chapter 7
       By: BadAssBunnies Date: June 28, 2016, 7:15 pm
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       This is very intriguing. Something tells me Richelle and company
       aren't going to know what hit them.
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