“I don’t know…” George repeated over and over again growing more apprehensive.

“But I do know we are being fucked with. I mean look at this.” He took out a black piece of paper and threw it on the table. Victor picked up the piece of paper and began to unfold it. It was a small origami crow that smelled of blood.

“The crow, that’s her symbol right? I found it in my car covered in blood.” he said. He laughed out in panic as the fear was spreading all over ever feature of is face “Some how that bitch marked me!”

“That means she’s coming for you…Officer George Peterson.” Talia berated the mentally unstable police officer as she waved her finger right in front of his face. He looked like he could snap any minute.

“First Johnson, now Roark, I do believe the next dirty cop on that list was you. She’s coming for all of us.”

“Don’t say that.” George sneered out.

“Don’t you fucking say that!” Unable to control his temper he raised his finger to the bating woman who just laughed at his dismay.

“Why not?!” Victor Krash intruded the bickering war that went on with George and Talia, He stood right in the middle between them as he grabbed the last dirty cop by the collar of his shirt.

“She speaks the truth Georgie. “ Victor was eye to eye with the police officer who was close to wetting his pants.

“Now if you want to keep your pathetic little head, I suggest you calm down. If not, then there’s the door, and good luck dealing with psychopathic bird lady out there.”

Victor let go of the dirty cop’s collar, who stumbled back. After a few seconds, George was able to compose him self as he fixed the collar on his shirt. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he looked down at the picture of the tennis player.

“So what do we do?” George asked. Talia walked over to the small origami crow that Victor threw onto the table. She picked it up and studied the piece of paper intently as she began to speak.