Chapter 10

Felicia grabbed the grenade, throwing it out the window just in the nick of time.

The grenade exploded when it hit the ground, leaving a gaping hole where her mailbox had once stood.

"Holy hell." Kirk panted. "This just keeps getting more and more exciting, doesn't it?"

Felicia didn't answer. Instead, she ran outside, where a small group of people had gathered.

"It was like a freaking bomb went off!" One of her neighbors exclaimed.

One of Felicia's other neighbors, an older woman, approached Felicia, asking her if she was alright, and Felicia assured her that she wasn't hurt, merely shaken up. Police sirens sounded in the distance. She didn't really feel like dealing with the cops two days in a row, but she also knew that it would seem suspicious if she were to leave.

Luckily, this officer was much nicer than the one that she had dealt with the night before.

"I'm not really sure what happened," Felicia explained as the officer questioned her. "I was just leaving with one of my friends when one of my front windows shattered, and a grenade was thrown in. I suppose that my adrenaline kicked in, because the next thing I know, I'm throwing the grenade back out the window, just as it went off."

The officer nodded, writing some things down. "Now, I understand that you're also one of the people that found a deceased veterinarian last night?"

"Yes, that's right. Apparently, I'm a suspect in his death?"

"Officer Perkins told you that? I wouldn't pay him too much attention. He's relatively new to the force, and seems to think that because he wears a badge, he's automatically entitled to anything that he wants. I apologize if he behaved in an unprofessional manner, and I'll be sure to mention it to my captain."

"Well, I was kind of in shock last night, so I don't remember all that much. If you want to know more, my friends over there can tell you, they were with me last night, so they'll be able to tell you everything that you want to know. We were actually about to leave here to go to the police station when the grenade was thrown in the window. I guess that Officer Perkins had a few more questions that he wanted to ask me."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that." The officer said with a dismissive wave. "Although, if it's alright with you, I would like to get your number, just in case you need to be contacted about anything."

"Of course, whatever you need."

"Thank you, and don't worry too much about Perkins, it wouldn't surprise me if a different officer was put in charge of the case."

"Thank God, because I'm pretty sure that 'suspected murderer' isn't going to look the best on my resume."

The cop laughed at that. "If you call the station, ask for Detective Reynolds, he should be able to help you. Actually, it kind of surprises me that a detective hasn't been assigned to the case yet."

"There's a lot about this that's surprising."

He nodded his head. "That's true. Dr. Blake was well respected around here, and it makes no sense to me why someone would just kill him in cold blood. I also saw something in the incident report about how a cat belonging to you had died. I'm sorry about your loss. I have a couple of pets of my own, and I don't know what I would do if I lost them."

"Thank you," Felicia said with a small smile. "Are my friends and I free to go?"

"Yes, we'll call you if we find out anything about who threw that grenade."

"Thank you, Officer." Felicia made sure that he had all of her information before she went over to Eddie and Kirk. "Let's get out of here, I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be."

After grabbing her bag of clothes and toiletries, they drove out of the subdivision, and Kirk complained that he was starving.

"Kirk, you're always starving." Eddie teased him. "But you're right, I think that we could all do with some lunch, and maybe a margarita."

"No alcohol for me, thank you," Felicia responded. "One of us needs to stay sober."

Eddie snorted. "You're acting like we're a couple of alcoholics."

"You always say that it's just going to be one drink, and then that drink turns into many, and before I know it, I'm dragging your sorry asses into your house while you two are being all lovey-dovey with each other, makes me think that I'm in a Hallmark movie or something, it makes me want to gag."

"You'll find your soulmate eventually," Kirk replied.

"Kirk, I love you, you're like a brother to me, but I swear to God that one of these days I'm going to swing on you."

"You wouldn't do that to your best friend."

"Don't tempt me. But I tell you what, we order from that Mexican place that you two are obsessed with, we take it back to your place, and I'll make the best margaritas that you've ever tasted."

"You know how to make margaritas?" Eddie asked her in surprise.

"Eddie darling, there's a lot of things about me that you don't know. So have we got a deal?"

"That depends. How strong do you make your margaritas?"

"Eddie, I put enough tequila in mine that one will hit you like five."

"Get us home already!" Kirk exclaimed. "I have got to try one of these."

~

Felicia's margaritas were as strong as she had promised that they would be, and she rolled her eyes when she saw the two men passed out on the couch.

"You two could never hold your liquor." She giggled to herself. Her phone rang then, and when she saw that it was Hank calling, she answered immediately.

"Felicia!" Hank's voice was filled with panic.

"Hank? What's wrong?"

"It's Brutus! He's gone rabid or something! Agatha…she's dead."

"What?!" Agatha had been Hank's wife.

"He tore right through her like she was nothing more than a rag doll."

"Hank, I need you to listen to me closely. Get out of there. I'm coming to get you, but I need you to get out of that house."

"I can't! I can't leave her-"

"Hank!" Felicia snapped. "Agatha is gone! I'm sorry, but you said it yourself, she's dead. Now I need you to do as I'm telling you and get the hell out of there!"

Felicia hung up before grabbing her keys, hopefully she could get to Hank before it was too late.