Re: Ctrl+V
Billy, convict and supposed murderer of 23 people, was playing the piano with an utmost look of serenity on his features.She didn't recognize the tune he was playing, but it was pleasant to her ears, not bad at all. It was lovely, in fact. Even if it was accompanied by the sound of the dangling handcuff bumping against the edge.
Tilting her head curiously, she walked over and stopped a few inches away, watching his calloused fingers moving smoothly and expertly over the keys. She would never have expected such a rough looking man to be able to play the piano with such grace.
It was as though she were looking at an entirely different man, or else seeing a side of him that he had lost since he'd been taken to jail. Her brain was wondering just how someone like this could be capable of killing people...
What the hell? Just because someone can play the piano doesn't mean they aren't capable of murder...she berated herself as the music reached it's peak. The last note wavered and died and then...
Nothing.
He opened his formerly closed eyes and gave her a defeated shrug that clearly said "I tried."
She had just been about to ask him where he'd learned to play when there was a loud clicking sound. They both whipped their heads around and saw the wall sliding in horizontally, revealing a small hall that appeared to house rows of expensive looking wine.
They both stared at it for a moment, feeling a little dumbfounded as the door finally stopped it's movement with a dull thunk. Everything was silent again.
Rebecca moved forward with her Beretta raised and swiftly moved in front of the newly opened passage, expecting danger.
Nothing expect more rows of wine, and something set into the wall at the back...
"I'll check it out." she said, and was surprised that it was accompanied by his deeper voice saying the exact thing. She raised an eyebrow at him and then moved around him pointedly, settling the matter. She heard him sigh and couldn't help but smirk a little.