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you?”
     
    Anna swallowed hard. Only one thing for it. She stood up and looked at the case.
     
    “Anna? What are you doing?” Jake asked, sounding a bit nervous.
     
    Anna began pushing the case towards the wall.
     
    “You're only drawing attention to yourself sweetie.” He pressed.
     
    She turned the case on its side by the tiny wall. It would easily flip over.
     
    “Shit, Anna, don't do this. Don't do this to me.” The voice grew louder.
     
    Anna glanced down the platform to see the officer start running towards her. She shoved the case into the artificial lake. At first it looked like it would get stuck on the concrete slope. But slowly it slid down, down, down into the water.
     
    “You bitch.” Jake said as the officer's hand seized Anna's arm.
     
    “Is everything OK?” The officer asked.
     
    Anna shook. “Yeah.” Her eyes met the woman's. The officer wasn't impressed.
     
    “You have to come with me sweetie.” She said.
     
    Anna felt repulsed at being called that by anyone but Jake. She stared longingly at the waters that had swallowed his body for good.
     
    In the station, the officer asked Anna a few random questions. Who she was. Where she was going. Why was she going so suddenly. Why hadn't she got dressed in the morning. Anna answered as honestly as possible. She was Anna Mann. She was going to Argentina. She wanted a break. She had been a bit late. Jake's voice was gone and her mind felt so clear, so fresh and invigorated. Officer Terry Welsch nodded, smiled, took notes and went to make a phone call. It was all seeming to look like the officer would write it up to misunderstanding. If Anna could get away before they trenched out Jake's body, then... Then maybe...
     
    “Sorry sweetie.” She said, walking into the room. “We can't seem to find your bag.”
     
    Anna sighed and groaned. “Great, I'll have to go clothes shopping in Argentina.”
     
    “We could all do with some clothes shopping.” Terry sighed. “Speaking of which, it's warm in here.” She undid the very top button of her tight blue shirt, revealing more caramel skin and a necklace. A necklace Anna would have recognized anywhere.
     
    Terry followed Anna's eye-line. “Oh yeah, my boyfriend gave it to me. Said his mother made him wear it for some charity thing. Well, I should say ex boyfriend. Fucker stood me up last night. Sort of like yours.” Terry laughed. “I guess I should throw it, only... I don't know, I kinda like it.” She shrugged and turned, walking to the door where she started fiddling with the AC. “I swear, it's awful in here. Maybe it's broke again...”
     
                  Anna glanced down at the table. The only thing on it was a pen. But she'd seen in a film that a pen, driven through an eye or an ear with enough force, could easily kill...