Bailey stared at Clay through the glass window. She agreed to stay a little while longer. And she stared at his solemn face. He just stared at one point in the room, nor did he move. She thought about her moment in college as she was running in the corridors. She was running away from Clay as well.
She had watched him take a bat to one of the attackers. But instead of stopping when he was done, he kept swinging. And swinging, and swinging. But it was not the sight that made her sick. It was the sounds. The sound of his heavy breaths and the crack of bones. She turned to run out of the room and kept running.
She was heading towards the fire escape when a hand shot up and grabbed her. Clay had found her, pulled her into the room, and pushed her against the wall.
"Running now are we?" he smiled at her. "Where are you going little one?"
"Leave me alone!" Bailey screamed.
Clay pulled out his gun, she did not know what pistol it was, but she was sure that he knew how to use it. He pointed it at her.
"Are you gonna kill me?"
Clay took a step back, still pointing the gun in her direction, his eyes staring directly into hers. She did not see any remorse. However, his arm swung and he let loose a bullet through the door as a man stormed in.
"You still wanna run?" Clay asked. "You wanna go? Go…run…run as fast as you can, and hope, hope, that I don't catch you…" Clay laughed. "Go on…there's the door." He swung the gun in his fingers. "I'm not gonna stop you."
"No, you're just gonna kill me,"
"Maybe, maybe not, does it really matter right now?" Clay asked. "You're not him…you ain't him, you're none of them, so I don't care. Just run. Go, I want you to run."
Bailey stared at the open door. She knew that she still had a while to go before she would even be close to reaching the exit. And with how quickly Clay tracked her down, she knew for a fact that the chances of her reaching the exit safely were close to impossible.
"I want to stay," Bailey whispered. "Please."
"Please?" Clay smiled. "You said…please, awwwh…well, since you said please…you can stick around." He winked at her and started to walk out of the door.
Bailey slowly followed him, but her hands were shaking. She wanted to throw up. Her clothes were stained in so much blood – none of it was hers. And the stench of death seemed to wreak throughout the college. Where were the cops? Why were they not doing anything about it?
"Coffee,"
Bailey snapped out of her daze as she glanced at Joe. "So, you got enough information?"
"I get that he is different around you. That's the most I had ever seen him speak in one go, makes a person wonder,"
Bailey glared at him. "Look, if you still do not believe that I met him that day, go right on ahead. But you would be wasting a whole lot of time."
Joe handed her the cup. "I am unsure of your relationship, but any idiot can see you're scared to death of him. What'd he do in the college?"
"Shot, beat, and clawed every attacked in that college, that's what…and he brought me along to watch as his personal plaything,"
"Why didn't you try to escape?"
"I did, actually, but you know, he knew my steps before I knew them," Bailey stared at Clay. "He might not look it…but he's damn well smarter than he looks. Insanity does not mean stupidity. You think you are toying with him, deceiving him, but he is always playing you. He was toying with us now…."
Bailey glanced at Joe. "I have some men to look up the address he provided us. We knew the code name Silva, but I suspect Clay has seen him, face to face."
"You think he knows what he actually looks like?"
"Yeah,"
"Why?" Bailey asked.
"I don't know…"
Bailey stared at Clay. "Well, I have a suspicion."
"Please share…" Joe said.
"Revenge," Bailey said. "He did make mention that I wasn't one of them, so it didn't matter whether he killed me or not. But he went out of his way to ruthlessly murder every attack in that college."
"You think he has a more personal connection to Silva…"
"Hmmm, like your suspicions that he knows what Silva looks like, I suspect, they had encountered each other long before the college, as I explained to the cops, he seemed to know their every move…" Bailey said.
"Question is, how? How are those two connected?"
"Two years and you guys have not figured it out yet?"
"We got this case yesterday, and a lot of information on this case was just swept under the rug I am afraid by mayors who wanted things resolved quickly prior to an election, but we have two theories. We have not found enough information to confirm it yet," Joe said.
"Which is?"Bailey asked.
"He is an unnamed survivor of one of the previous attacks, or he used to be one of the attackers until he had enough and turned against his boss,"
Bailey nodded. "Well, I need to go. I hope he gave you enough information to crack this case open."
"I doubt it," Joe said. He pulled out his card. "If anything, else comes to mind, about those incidents, give us a call."
"I would much prefer to just forget everything," Bailey said.
"Until Silva is found, I don't think that is very possible," Joe said.
Bailey turned and accepted his card. She walked out of the room but spared one more glance at Clay. She froze as he was now staring at the glass, as if at her, and smiling.