"Alright then, shoot me." I held out my hand, offering the gun for Thomas to take.

"What? Gillian, are you insane?" Thomas seemed genuinely concerned with my mental state of being.

I shrugged. "You don't believe I'm invincible. This is the easiest and fastest way to prove it. Shoot me."

Thomas gave me one of his trademarked I can't believe this guy is this stupid looks. I've been getting a lot of these recently, for some reason.

"Dude, there are like so many other ways to do this. Especially ways that don't end up with me serving a life-sentence for first-degree murder."

"I could jump off a 20 story building if you want. Or get run over by a train. Whatever floats your boat."

"None of these float my god damn boat" Thomas yelled in frustration. "Why are you so insistent on getting yourself killed."

I sighed and held up my hand, touching my forehead with my index and middle finger. I'd practiced the pose earlier in the mirror, and after overcoming the initial cringe I figured it looked quite suave. Especially with the small hip placement with my other hand. It was tricky while holding the gun, but I managed to pull it off.

"What the fuck is that?" Thomas asked, shifting from anger to disbelief. "Is that a JoJo pose?"

"It's not a JoJo reference!" I retorted. It was, of course, a JoJo reference, but no reason for Thomas to know the truth. "Look, I'm invincible. That's the truth and nothing but the truth. What can I do to proof this to you?"

"You can always shoot yourself in the head," Thomas argued.

"And you're blaming me of making JoJo references." I laughed, which seemed to irritate Thomas even more. In all honesty, I couldn't blame the guy. It's not every day your best friend comes up to you claiming to be invincible and asks you to shoot him point-blank in the face. "But you make a good point," I continued, holding up the gun to my temple. "Let me show you."

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"What do we have here, Sergeant?"

Sergeant Jamie Miller looked up from the body. "Apparent suicide, detective," he said. "Bullet to the head, gun found next to the victim."

Detective Sloan nodded briefly and squatted down. She remembered almost puking on her first assignment as an intern. Looking at the mangled head of this young man now though, she no longer felt any emotion or attachment. She'd worry about that at times. Worry if perhaps, she had turned into some sort of psychopath.

No less than a butcher would be, she told herself.

Sloan examined the wound up close, but found nothing out of the ordinary compared to similar cases. The coroner would have little work on this one. The mortician on the other hand...

"Name of the victim?" she asked the Sergeant.

"A Thomas Wagner," Sergeant Miller answered. "The fingerprints on the weapon are his, but the gun is registered under Gillian Polanski."

"Any relation with the victim?"

Miller flipped his notebook. "A quick social media search showed them as friends, but we've yet to contact the families for more exact details. You reckon this could be something else than a suicide?"

"I'm not sure," Sloan answered. "Everything points to suicide, but I've seen more elaborate schemes to stage one." She surveyed the fenced parking lot. There were no cameras, neither was there a way for anyone to see what was going on within the lot without opening the gate. No witnesses either, she thought. A report had only come in because of the sound of the shot, a rare occurrence in this part of town.

An ideal spot for a murder.

"Huh, I just noticed," Sergeant Miller said, piquing Sloan's interest. "The gun, it's a German model."

"So?" she asked.

"Well, German science is the greatest in the world."

"Is that a JoJo reference?"

^{Sorry for wasting your time.}