Looking For Tears

LOOKING FOR TEARS

Special Agent Winslow stared at the man hunched in a chair in front of him.
'How could anyone be this ruthless', he thought as he dropped his weight into a wooden chair and sighed.
"OK, Slater. Lets start from the beginning, again. And this time, you better tell me the God honest truth or I swear I'm gonna rip you a new one."

John Theodore Slater grinned. His eyes settled on Winslow's face. He noticed the fine pearls of perspiration that had formed on the Agents forehead. He should be the one sweating, he thought, but he laughed silently instead.
"You got nothing on me, Winslow. If you did, you wouldn't be sitting here sweating your butt off, trying to convince me to spill my guts. Go to hell."

Winslow pressed his lips together as his face turned red in anger.
"You spent the last nine days running from us, but we got you in the end, Slater. So lets get this over with. Fess up to your crime."

Slater held his stare. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You murdered Sandy Weller in cold blood. You sliced her throat just as another woman entered the bathroom at the Fashion Square Mall. You got careless, Slater. You let her see you. She identified you then, and she will do it again. As soon as she gets here your ass is mine."

Slater jerked his shoulders in disregard. The infuriating smirk remained on his face.

Winslow's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He was looking for fear, remorse in those eyes, not glee.
A knock on the door called Winslow's attention.
As soon as he saw Agent Frederick's ashen face, he knew there was trouble. Frederick leaned over and whispered in his ear, "The witness is dead. We found her body in her apartment a half hour ago. Her throat was cut, just like Weller's."

Winslow knew they wouldn't have enough for a conviction without her or Slater's confession. He looked up at Slater. His smirk had grown into a wide smile.

"Tough luck, Winslow," Slater said, his eyes shining as he stood up. "No witness? I guess, I can go now."

Winslow's hand contracted into a fist as he moaned and followed his partner outside.

Slater's head turned as a woman entered the room. His mouth dropped open in shock. She sat down across from him and pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. She shook one out with ease and lit the cigarette while staring at Slater.

Slater shook his head, rubbed his eyes, but she was still there. The Agents reentered the room.
Slater pointed at the woman.
"What's she doing here? What does she want," Slater said, and his head snapped back as she sharply replied, "Looking for tears."

Winslow stared confused at Slater for a moment, then back at his partner. Slater rose to his feet and backed away in fear against the wall.

"You feeling all right?" Winslow asked.

"Don't you see her, don't you see her sitting there? It's impossible," Slater said.

She flung her head back and blew out a few smoke-rings. Slater watched them disappear.
"It can't be...you're dead. I killed you," he cried, shaking his head.

"You killed the wrong woman, my twin sister you monster. I'm the witness. Now, I'm going to make sure you get what's coming to you,” she replied, and turned with a pleased smile to shake Agent Winslow's hand.