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"Who?" Alexis' jaw clamped tight.
Matthew let out a slow, honey-soaked laugh.
"Frank."
"I don't..."
"Don't play games with me. We know all about your friend Frank. We even know exactly where he lives."
Alexis felt as if her blood had turned to insects, she could hear them in her ears, going mad, going ravenous. She was dizzy with the crashing culmination of fear and anger; like a wave of hatred crashing itself senseless on a glass beach of dread. She feared for Frank, for the appalling things her associates would do to him. She felt ravenous with desire to kill Matthew where he sat, as brutally as possible.
"He doesn't..."
"It doesn't matter," Matthew stated with a sick grin. Alexis noted that he was slowly fingering the point of his knife. "Nobody cares if he knows a damn thing, he's nobody. He's as much a nobody as Louis back there, he just doesn't realize that he's dead yet."
Alexis made a fist around the keys in the ignition. She felt the tail of the metal lizard key ring dig in to her palm.
"You know who wasn't a nobody Alexis? Your mark in Davis. Your job, psycho, was to subdue him and take him into a field office for them to deal with him. Your job was NOT to wipe his face off with a blunt object. Your job was not to leave his fucking body on the SIDE OF THE TRACKS!"
Alexis let the metal bite in harder. She stared into the darkness of the canyon surrounding the road. She focused on the pale light cast off from stores and bars and restaurants at the beach that was now beginning to throw the surrounding hills into silhouette.
"See, here's the problem Alexis. Not only did this guy have necessary information, he was someone who was definitely going to be missed. Oh, and the cops? They tend to get a little weird about brutal, nonsensical murders; particularly when the victim has a questionable past where nothing can quite be proven. You caused a lot of problems for a lot of people."
"What do you want me to do? Say I'm sorry?" Alexis asked sardonically.
"No. We want you to give back what you took from him."
Alexis focused on the approaching headlights of the only other car she had seen in the canyon. She watched them grow larger, igniting the car's interior in an apocalyptical white of high beams. She watched out of the corner of her eye as they passed and left the world dark once again.
"Matthew," she said slowly. "In all honesty, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yeah," he said with a sigh. "We figure you gave it to Frank. Which is why we're going to tear him apart when we find it."
He began to finger the tip of the knife once again and began speaking in a distracted tone.
“In fact, they probably already are.”