Owen meandered slowly behind Julianna. This was a chore that was entirely unnecessary. They could have literally hired anyone to check on her apartment, or pack her things. Why they needed to do it was beyond him. But there he was appeasing his wife, as usual.
She beckoned to him somewhat urgently so he picked up his pace as a slight worry set in. As soon as he examined the lock, Owen had the same impression as Julianna: classic B&E.
“Stand back, stay behind me.” He pushed in front of her and reached into his CAF bomber jacket. Owen wore it ironically now. Almost an invitation for the CAF to approach him. Or a reproach to his past. Or a self-deprecating joke. There were many complex reasons why he wore the damn thing still and why he chose to wear it on a trip to the United States.
From somewhere within or under the jacket he had drawn a handgun. Owen wasn’t even sure if Julianna knew he was carrying, but he almost always was. His paranoia before his death had been pretty heavy and afterwards it was kind of out of control.
Owen took the keys from Julianna and unlocked the door. He left the set swinging from the lock as he slowly pushed the door open and sidled inside like an FBI agent on a raid. His gun was held firm and he swept the entryway and living room using his military training once again. Owen crept through the house the same way clearing each room.
The bedroom and bathroom were last. There. The blanket on the bed had been flipped upwards as if a rush of air had pushed at it.
“Come out with your hands where I can see them.” He instructed whoever was under the bed.
She beckoned to him somewhat urgently so he picked up his pace as a slight worry set in. As soon as he examined the lock, Owen had the same impression as Julianna: classic B&E.
“Stand back, stay behind me.” He pushed in front of her and reached into his CAF bomber jacket. Owen wore it ironically now. Almost an invitation for the CAF to approach him. Or a reproach to his past. Or a self-deprecating joke. There were many complex reasons why he wore the damn thing still and why he chose to wear it on a trip to the United States.
From somewhere within or under the jacket he had drawn a handgun. Owen wasn’t even sure if Julianna knew he was carrying, but he almost always was. His paranoia before his death had been pretty heavy and afterwards it was kind of out of control.
Owen took the keys from Julianna and unlocked the door. He left the set swinging from the lock as he slowly pushed the door open and sidled inside like an FBI agent on a raid. His gun was held firm and he swept the entryway and living room using his military training once again. Owen crept through the house the same way clearing each room.
The bedroom and bathroom were last. There. The blanket on the bed had been flipped upwards as if a rush of air had pushed at it.
“Come out with your hands where I can see them.” He instructed whoever was under the bed.
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