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"This weekend works for me; Saturday preferably. I don't think I'm the only one who considers Sunday a day for relaxation either alone or with family or friends." Jenna followed James out of the vehicle, closing the front passenger door. "I'm good with 10 AM if that works for you," she concluded as she started making her way to the front of the house. Once they were both in the front porch, James knocked on the door. There was no answer, so he knocked once more, this time announcing their presence. 

“Boston Police! Please open up!”

Nothing else but silence. It was then that he decided to take a look inside and noticed a body lying in a pool of blood. James let his partner know right away, and Jenna hen withdrew her firearm, ready to burst in through the front door. But James simply tried the doorknob and they were able to step inside.

Jenna noticed the deceased woman on the floor and gave her partner a few moments to check the body. She'd lost a lot of blood, and it came as no surprise to her that she was a goner. 

"I'll take the upstairs," she advised her partner after he made his call over the radio, and she started heading up. The barrel of her gun was aimed directly ahead of her. She got to the upstairs hall and found a bedroom immediately to her right. Or what she thought was a bedroom. When she went in, circling around to properly conduct her sweep as to not be caught off guard, Jenna noticed that she was in a home office. It was the typical setup: desk, chair, computer, some storage furniture, wall decor, and the closet. She quickly opened the closet doors with one hand as the other held her gun in front of her, but the space was mostly empty save for some garment bags and a few boxes off to the corner.

The rest of the upstairs sweep went about the same. Whenever she would finish up a room, Jenna would tell her partner over the radio. She checked the bathroom, the room that followed, which was set up as a secondary bedroom, and the last room on the hall: the master bedroom. The sheets were undone, meaning the poor woman more than likely got up to answer the door and never returned. Jenna also checked the walk-in closet, the personal bathroom, and under the bed. Since any threat of immediate danger was eliminated then, meaning the entire upstairs was cleared, Jenna headed downstairs to rejoin her partner.

It was early in the morning, but Allison hadn't slept much. In fact, she had spent most of the night tossing and turning. It was her brother's reaction, or lack thereof, that had kept her up. A part of her was looking for something more, like being told she was absolutely right in killing their father, or terribly wrong for doing so. Either way, his reaction was underwhelming to say the least. So much, in fact, that it left her dissatisfied...even after the goods they got away with the previous night. 

Just as the sun had come up, Allison went to the living room to watch some TV. She kept the volume low as to not awake her brother, but she found herself to be drifting off on the couch so she went back to bed 20 minutes later. She stared at the wall for a while before sleep claimed her.

When she opened her eyes again, Allison quickly sat up in bed. She was having a nightmare but thankfully, the sun was shining bright enough to wake her before the worse of it came. She went out without bothering to get dressed, but she had on her pajama pants and white t-shirt, and she wasn't trying to impress anybody. Allison followed the same routine as every other morning; get the coffee brewing, grab the newspaper from the front porch, and draw the curtains to let some natural light in. She was still a bit groggy and irritable, but breakfast would soon fix that. 

She went back to her room to finally make her bed and get dressed. It was then she heard Gabe shuffling around, and she figured he was heading towards the kitchen. She put on some jeans and a long-sleeve blue shirt before she went to the restroom to wash her face.

A while later, Allison went out to join her brother. He wasn't all that talkative the previous night, so it was a start. Allison was listening to what he was saying, up to the point where he raised his voice at her. It took her by surprise, and she simply stood there, stunned, until she found the words.

"I did it for your own fucking good, little brother," she added with a bit of a condescending tone, not bothering to acknowledge his question. It irked her when he acted out of line, and maybe she shouldn't react so poorly, but she couldn't help it. 

Allison didn't say anything further though, she simply turned her back to him so she could pour herself some coffee. Gabe eventually addressed her again, after she joined him at the table with neither of them saying anything up that point.

“What are we doing tonight?”

"I think we should lay low for now, maybe some theft here and there. I don't want us drawing too much attention to ourselves. If we make a mistake somewhere, they could pin all of it on us, and then we're royally fucked."

Allison got up again to make herself some toast. She usually wasn't hungry this early in the morning, but for some reason her stomach was growling. She grabbed the last two slices and put them in the toaster. If Gabe didn't want one of them, then she would eat them both.
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