killer

six

nicole felt her heart drop when she walked into her office.
there were two police officers standing there, looking her up and down.
"miss, my name's john hilton. i'm here to ask you a few questions about your boss."
"o-okay," she agreed, sitting down. her hands were trembling as she prayed that the cops would simply do their jobs and not harass her.
"ma'am, when was the last time you saw hamzah?"
"on thursday," she replied. "he told me he liked my recent work and then he went into his office. i didn't see him after that. i clocked out and assumed he'd already left."
"when did you get there and when did you leave?"
"i arrived at 8:00 and left at 4:00."
"was hamzah liked in the office?"
nicole shrugged uncomfortably. "not really, to be honest. he would make comments about my body, he was rude to the ethnics working here, to the gays working here, he-he just wasn't likable at all."
john wrote something down on a notepad, gesturing for her to go on.
the interrogation lasted for an hour. finally, she was allowed to start her work.
she couldn't focus at all. she kept wondering if the person who killed hamzah would come after her as well, or do something to harry. the thought petrified her.
the day dragged on. once it was finally time to clock out, she found harry and left.
"it's just so odd to me," harry complained once they were home, a pizza in his hands. "boss' been a terrible person for years, i don't know why someone'd suddenly snap now."
"it makes no sense," nicole mumbled.  the phone rang and she answered it immediately. "hello?"
"what's up, doll face?" chase replied. a grin immediately stretched across her face. harry noticed it and shook his head teasingly, going to change out of his work clothes.
"hiii, chase."
"i was wondering if you'd like to go on another date this friday. there's a drive in movie playing later this week, so maybe we could get milkshakes and then watch it."
"yeah, i'd love to," she smiled, twisting a strand of hair. 
"okay, lovely. i'll pick you up at 7:30, that sound good?"
"sounds great, i can't wait to see you," she grinned.
they bid each other goodbye just as harry returned.
"so you and your lover gonna go out again?" he asked, running a hand through his long hair.
"yep!" she beamed, dancing circles around him. "you should get out sometime, haz. you're not old yet, have some fun. you can't spend your life sitting in front of the boob tube, y'know?"
"hey, hey, hey, i've been out plenty," he defended as he sat in front of the couch, pizza in hand. "maybe you're right, though. i could stand to hang out a bit more."
"that's the spirit," she cheered, getting herself some pizza and sitting next to him.