Liquid Fire by Matt Stuart Page A

, and I worked like I was on steroids. The chick on the counter checked me out a few times I could tell, but other than that I had no interaction with anyone in the gym. The core had taken me two hours, so I decided to keep going and work my legs until just before one.  I packed up and headed to the Café that was less than five minutes away.
    Casey was easy to spot, sitting alone under one of the maroon umbrellas, not far from the road. He looked up at me as I approached and nodded. I took my seat opposite him, waiting for the conversation to ensue.
    “Hello , Sam,” he said evenly.
    “Casey, what do you want? You haven’t spoken me to weeks and you suddenly get me here and tell me whatever it is you want to talk about is urgent? What’s your game?” I asked.
    “I don’t have a game. I’m here to let you know something you ought to know.”
    “Yeah what is this valuable piece of information?” I said, clearly not impressed.
    “Bret knows about you and Miss Rain,” he whispered.
    I laughed almost hysterically, before getting serious again. “That’s old news. I’ve known for weeks.”
    “The way I heard it, Bret was pretty pissed and is ready to go public about it. Be a bit of a scandal wouldn’t it?” he said winking. “But I think I could get to the press first.”
    “What do you want from me, Casey?”
    Casey opened his mout h to reply, but before he got a chance to speak, his head exploded. I never saw the bullet enter his head, but I was stunned barely catching a glimpse of it burst out the other side of his skull. Everyone within a short distance screamed and hit the floor immediately. I wasn’t far behind them, taking cover under the table.
    There was no more screams for several seconds, and I poked my head out from underneath the wooden table, looking up at the rooftops for any sign of the shooter, still scared shitless. Across the road I saw someone clad in matte black dissembling a full sized military rifle into what appeared to be a guitar case. They stared down at me before slamming the lid shut and vanishing off the roof.
    Casey’s mutilated head bled all over the concrete tiles. I looked around and people were hesitantly looking in my direction and at the body. Many were urgently texting on their phones, probably to inform relatives, while others were calling the emergency services. I hoped that whoever killed Casey was the same person that killed Kate, so then I’d only have one person to find.

Chapter 17 – Alexis
    Another one of my students was dead in almost as many months. It made me wonder if my obsession with Sam really was a good thing. I thought it was considering I had him pinned underneath me as of now. He’d been with Mandy almost every day since I’d told him that he had to keep a low profile. It worked well, covering me for the time being while I tried to work out my other issues.
    From now on I would try to make amends, and now would be the perfect time to start. Sam was in his vulnerable state, hooked under me, his dick going soft. I could feel his fresh cum inside me. But for some reason today it wasn’t enough. Regardless I rolled over beside him barely staying on the desks.
    “I’m sorry , Sam,” I whispered.
    He turned and looked at me, a small frown on his face. “What for , Alexis?”
    “Turning you away when Bret found out that we were together was one of the worst things I could have done to you . For a while I thought it was the right course of action, shoving you away, but Casey’s death made me realize it was the wrong thing to do. You spoke to him how many times after your argument?”
    “Just the once,” replied Sam.
    “Exactly. Now imagine had something like that happened to me and we never got to have the opportunities we’re having now?”
    “Alexis, I have to ask you something,” he said rolling over to stare directly into my eyes. “I feel like I’ve been a play toy this whole time we’ve been happening. What’s going to stop us being