My dad looked at me from across the table, newspaper in hand, as I smothered my scrambled eggs in ketchup. "What?" I asked, noticing his bewildered expression. "Anyone who puts ketchup on his eggs is a psychopath," he said. He smiled and turned his attention back to the paper.
"Nuh-uh," I disagreed, shoveling some into my mouth. He looked up from his paper and gave me a confused look. "What?" I asked again. "I am just debating whether you are actually my son." He laughed, shook his head, and looked back at the paper.
"Very funny," I said sarcastically, "So what are you reading anyway?" "Some article," he said simply. "You care to elaborate?" I asked. He looked at his watch. "I would, but I have to go."
"Uh...okay, bye." I said as he grabbed his suitcase and rushed to the door. "Jeez, since when is accounting such a rush-worthy job?" I asked myself. I picked up my plate and began walking to the sink. I stopped to look at the article he was reading.
The BAU had given it's profile... -We have more information on the suspect of a recent string of homicides in the area. The suspect is methodical- he is believed to have a desk-job, maybe a receptionist or accountant. He is believed to live in or near the Bayview area. Lastly, he is believed to be working with a partner, his son...-
Immediately after I read the last sentence I hear police sirens coming closer and closer. Alarm floods through my body. My plate crashes to the floor. They found us.
Note: I am slowly getting back to writing. Since school has started, writing has been less of a factor in my life, and I wish to change that. Hope y'all are having a great day or night! <3<3<3