Ken rose a brow as he stared at the dead man on the floor. Opposite of him was Daniella who called him and asked him to go to the Su Building.
Head tilting in confusion he asked, "so you called me to dispose this body?"
Daniella nodded, her lips were pursed together exhausted for today.
Ken sighed, "have you thought of calling a morgue?"
Instead of replying, Daniella stared at Ken flatly. She did not have the energy to respond to his sarcasm. She would prefer to finish everything here and be with Evan.
Ken took a sigh, he squatted on to the ground next to the corpse and looked at his face.
"Hey Shorty, did you shoot him?" he asked.
"Yup," Daniella replied lazily. Her feet moved backward until she reached the bed and from there, she sat down to calm her shaking nerves.
She had never killed anyone, she didn't want too but now she broke her own principle.
'it is for Evan, it is alright,' she said consoling herself.
She knew that if she faced another situation, she would not think twice doing it.
"What do you want me to do with this body?" Ken disturbed her thoughts.
Daniella looked at him, "you have a cemetery, right? Can we bury him there?"
Ken gave her a half shrug, "alright, let me call my men to carry this scumbag," and with that, he took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number
Before the phone could ring Daniella snatched the phone.
"Ken, I think you are forgetting that I hate witnesses," she ended the call and shove the phone in her back pocket.
Ken brushed a hand over his face, "fine, carry that man to my car and I will give you the cemetery address."
Daniella bit her lips, she got up and walked towards Ken.
"Ken," her voice was low and soft as she called his name.
Ken's eyebrow creased, he turned to his side and looked at Daniella. He was met by her round eyes glistening with tears and exhaustion.
"What?" he snarled at her.
"I can not carry him and my knees are too weak to drive so could you please?" Daniella did not finish her sentence instead she lowered her sight to the ground while her hands remained on Ken's arm holding it tightly.
Ken groaned, he coldly removed her hand from his arm, walked towards the bed and picked up the blanket. Without a word, he walked back to the corpse covered his body with a blanket and carried it on his shoulder.
"Let's go," he said in a cold voice.
Daniella gulped hard and followed him towards the door. Everyone has left the building while the firetrucks and ambulance were outside.
As she pushed the door of the emergency door open, Daniella peeked a glance at Ken.
"Do you have a shovel in your car?"
Ken froze, dumbfounded he turned to Daniella, "I dont think a normal person will have a shovel in their car," he said in disbelief.
Daniella shrugged her shoulders, "I always have a shovel in my car but I used my motorcycle to come here so I don't have it with me now."
Ken shook his head, every day he learned something new about Daniella and all of it was weird.
"I still don't understand why my friend likes a weird and short woman like you," he murmured.
Daniella pouted, "don't worry he's not alone. A lot of men like me," she boastful said.
Ken chuckled sarcastically, "definitely not me," he replied.
"Really?" Daniella rose a brow in suspicion, walking down the stairs following him she scoffed.
"There are two types of men who don't fall for me," she pointed a finger in the air, "A gay or an alien so which one are you, Ken?"
"None," he replied short.
"Are you sure?"
Ken halted when they reached the end of the floor. He was breathing like a dog while Daniella was acting like a five-year-old kid with so much energy.
"Shorty, if you don't stop I will bury you with him."
His threat did not scare her, Daniella opened the door leading to the basement where Ken had his car parked with a smirk on her face.
They walked in the same speed, Daniella opened the trunk of the car while Ken tossed the body inside.
"We need to stop in the hardware store to buy a shovel," she stated as she got into the passenger seat.
Ken blew out a harsh sigh, he was so tired from carrying the dead man and Daniella did not even offer to drive instead she sat in the passenger seat and put on her seatbelt casually.
He got into the driver seat as well and started the car, "can we just have my men bury him?" he asked.
Shaking her head she replied, "no Ken, have I not told you that we can not leave a witness to our crime?" she ticked her tongue as she remembered his words from the time she had a fight with Camille, "I am so disappointed in you," she said imitating him.
Absently Ken smiled. He clearly remembered that day. The anger on her face somehow that expression stayed in his mind and sometimes popped in his dream.
"You will dig the soil right?" he said eventually after a long silence. He just noticed it now but Daniella's eyes were glossy and red like she had been crying.
Daniella looked at him and blinked repeatedly.
And by her silence, Ken got his answer.
"Why did you call me and not your minions?" he asked.
Daniella avoided Ken's eyes and stared at the road ahead. Yeah, why did she not do that? She asked herself as well.
She felt guilty, that's all she knew. Killing two people in one day, it was never in her book.
She had faced a lot of difficulties with her friend especially Robert and Scott. There were times where they got hurt because she did not want to kill people and the two men understood it.
She just did not want to face them now. She knew they will understand but her feeling conflicted.
She sighed, a long and heavy one hoping that it would release the heavy feeling in her heart.
"Shorty, still on earth?"
Daniella blinked, "they are busy."
"So, you trust me? Is that why you called me?"
Daniella looked at him while her lips form a smile, "yes, I trust you ken, also I know that you will not snitch me out about the body in the trunk."
Ken tittered, "you're trusting me too much shorty. What if I snitch you out? What would you do?"
"Hey burying that man makes you my accomplice so if I go to prison, you are coming with me."
Ken's lips formed a lopsided grin as he imagined the scene in his head "I don't think it's so bad to be in the prison with you."