Jolene stands by the door as Killian gets ready to rob a bank, a few hours out from the motel they are currently staying low in. Jolene, Who's concerned about the silence couldn't hold back from speaking.
"Killian, are you sure?" She asks, eyebrows raised. Having heard his wife's plea not to go, he wanted to reassure her with a hug but decided to use words instead.
"I will be back to this exact motel in an hour," he says before leaving Jolene to wait until the plan is in motion. Surely it'll work out, she thought while sharpening her knife. Her eyes gleamed in the dim lighting in the motel. The knock at the door startled her for a moment. I need to hide the knife, she thought. She was breathing in and out slowly, but the knock became a little louder and heavier.
"Hello? I know there's someone inside so please open the door! I have pie...uh.... I made it... Should I leave it?" the person was Mrs Jacobs whose husband had issues with snoring.
"I'll be right there. Just a moment" Jolene said through gritted teeth like she was in agony. After calming herself, she opened the door to Mrs Jacobs, an extremely happy one. Jolene displayed a smile that hurt her the most to do, but oh well, it all has come to this.
"Can I-?" A very nervous Mrs Jacobs inquired.
"Of course, What kind of host would turn away a lovely woman like you?"
Jolene was practically sweating chatting with a very mouthy woman, who won't stop talking about her husband. This is ridiculous, she thought. Itching to stab Mrs Jacobs she exhaled vigorously. Jolene got up and in the process startled Mrs Jacobs who was staring her up and down.
"Mrs Lakes, what's the matter?"
"I'll get the wine, wait here... Mrs Jacobs," She said while trying not to kill Mrs Jacobs in one go.
"Call me Amy, the wine-"
"No, I insist. The wine will be perfect with your pie, Amy" Jolene forces a smile toward Amy and goes to find the wine stashed in the little fridge.
Pouring the 172-year-old wine into a champagne glass, she settles in Ambien, a drug forbidden to go with Alcohol... well, one of many. After it completely dissolves, she comes out with the same forced smile. Jolene hands the wine to Amy, who accepts freely.
"Thank you. Are you sure you can't drink some with me?"
"You should drink it, after all, I would love to try this pie"
The crime scene looks as if it had been cleaned and a very confused Shawn stands behind detective Alveraz assigned to the case. Mr Jacobs, kerchief in hand cries and cries as his wife stays still on the motel bed not moving. After observing the dead body Rosa Alveraz comes to a decision.
Shawn is pale in colour and about ready to pass out, gazing right at the body and then at the detective. "Shawn?"
Trying to hold whatever was coming made it even harder for him as he was looking straight at the bloody body in front of him. "Go outside if you can't handle this, Shawn. Don't you dare throw up on good evidence! James, Take him outside"
Finally, after more than 30 minutes of trying to drag Shawn away, Rosa walks toward the inside of the motel. Kneeling down to examine the floor, Rosa begins to jot down important things she has found. Shawn now feeling better, whistles his favourite tv show tune until Rosa comes out.
"Let's go, Shawn. We need to put together more of this before another person loses their life" Rosa says, Solemn. She hands a bulky amount of what seems to be evidence in an evidence bag which makes him almost fall over.
Jolene stands proudly over an unconscious Mrs. Jacobs. That chatty won't come back to make a scene now. The body weighs a ton. She lifts the legs first, dragging them on the floor. She sinks to the floor with a sigh. "Finally she is dead...or is she?"
She grabs a knife from her bag, and approaches the body...Slicing from the top to the bottom. Blood sputters toward Jolene, making her laugh.