Lisa's POV
I watched him being zipped up like a tailored suit, the bullet went through his skull, a snipper, someone used a sniper on him.
"What do we do now, Miss Bieber?"
"Nothing, keep him in the morgue, I will come back tomorrow." I said before leaving the room, Ivar, Kyle, Drew and Martha were outside waiting for me.
"Lisa, are you okay? Who am I kidding, come and sit down, you don't look okay." Martha held my shoulders trying but I coaxed me into taking one of the seats present just outside, but I slapped her hands away.
"Lisa."
"I am fine! Fine! Fuckin fine! I just… who has my keys? The keys to the car outside any of them give me the keys." I stretched my hands at all four of them but they kept on giving me suspicious glances.
The hesitation irritated me. "Give me the keys already, I need to go somewhere."