Not in My Job Description

by Amber Lynn

I didn't understand why I had to be questioned three times about what happened. You'd think the different agencies would just club together and ask all their questions at once. For some reason, that wasn't how it worked with me. The next time I decided someone needed killed, I was going to require they record the first interview and just play it back for anyone else who wanted to listen.

  The good thing about being involved with killing Olaf was I got the rest of the week and all of following week off with pay. The bad thing was I had to sit through police questioning and a mandatory visit to the shrink.

  Also on the bad side, was no work meant I had no excuse to hide from Mom and Dad when they got there. I felt a cold or a case of the chicken pox coming on. I'd never been sick, but I'd witnessed enough ill people that I thought I could pull it off.

  After they finally let me go, I made it home and crashed on the couch. I hadn't seen Nate since they separated us once the police and other agents made it to the scene. As far as I was concerned, I hoped he was on his way to Antarctica for his next assignment.