M is for Masquerade

Tish pursed her lips and glanced over at me. "What do you want, Jackson?" 

"Why?" 

"Excuse me?" Tish looked highly offended, but I had learned that everything was not as it appeared on the surface. "Why did you act that way to Kam?" 

She batted her long eyelashes at me, ones that had captured the minds of so many men. But it wouldn't work on me so easily. "I did what I needed to do."  

I shifted in my leather seat. "And that meant convincing Kam that Jenny committed suicide because of him?" 

She nodded, raising her eyebrows. "It was for the best, Jackson. Surely you know that." 

I stood up and traced my hands against the polished gun that stood on the self behind me. "What I wonder, however, is why you care so much. Why are you working so desperately hard to prove that Jenny died that way?" 

She, too, stood up, and struggled for an answer. "I just do, alright? Jenny was a business partner of mine, and I care about what happened to her."

Tish seemed to sense that it was dangerous for her to continue being in my house. She held her chin high and turned around, walking towards the door. "I'm afraid this may be the last time you will see me for a while, I must leave to visit my... godmother." 

There was a bang, and she turned around, clutching her bloody stomach. Tish mouthed one word before falling over. 

Why? 

I put the gun back on it's shelf and murmured her an answer, knowing that she couldn't hear me anymore. "I did what I needed to do." 

~Mikaela