Murder On Her Hands

"Help me Lara; I need you to get something for me"
The thunder rolled continually as Werner Von Croy said these words.
We were sitting in his cold apartment. I could feel that there was a bad atmosphere to the place. It felt like someone was watching us, but I ignored my instinct and tried to listen to Werner.
I didn't know wether to trust him or not. I hadn't forgiven him after the incident in Egypt where he hesitated to rescue me from a collapsing tomb, but I was interested in what he needed assistance with.

"Go on" I replied.
Werner got slowly got out of his seat as he spoke. His voice suddenly went very serious. "I'm tracking five Obscura paintings, for a client called Eckhart, but he's a psychopath." Werner's voice shook as he said these words.
Werner did seem scared, but the memory of the Egypt incident kept haunting me. Was Werner just trying to get me to finish his dirty work?
I was still mad with him, and I wanted to show him my anger.
"Why should I care?" I said in a rough no nonsense voice.
Werner walked towards me as I went to get out of my seat, preventing me from leaving. Anger surged through me even more.

A note of fear struck in Werner's voice. "Because I am being stalked!" Werner pointed towards the large circular window of his apartment. "People are dying out there!"
I finally got out of my seat and on my feet. Werner backed away from me, looking spooked.
"Handle it Werner" This was Werner's problem, not mine. If he wanted me to finish his work, he would have to think twice.

"Lara, please" Werner started pleading.
I gave in. He seemed very scared and frightened and I couldn't face what might happen if I didn't help him out. But I was still angry with him.
Werner ran to his table and handed me a piece of paper. "Look go and see this woman Cavier, she can help." Werner really sounded desperate now.
I turned around and said "I'm going"
Werner followed me, still looking frightened. I turned around and pushed him onto the seat he currently sat on. I still hadn't forgiven him for Egypt.
"Egypt, Werner. You walked away and left me." I lent over him, anger showing in my face.
Werner suddenly was holding an old fashioned pistol. I had no idea where it had come from.
Werner cried desperately. "Get out! Get out of the way!"
Had my words really upset him that much?

Everything went black. There was gunfire ringing in the room.
I heard Werner grunting in pain and his body dropping on the floor, his gun clattering to the ground.
I got up and saw Werner's dead body on the ground, right in front of the round circular window. The room was suddenly darker as I kneeled  to the ground and rolled Werner's body over. As I rolled him over, blood stained my hands. Had I killed Werner?  
I looked at the blood on my hands horrified. The Police would be here anytime soon, and I would be a suspect. I had to go and find these Obscura paintings for Werner. I had to get out of here.
It was all a blur, because my adrenaline was pumping through my body. Next thing I knew, I was running through the streets of Paris, trying to get to this Cavier woman. I needed to find her, but as I went to turn down a street, my thoughts were interrupted by a Police van blocking my way. I had no time to think. The Police had opened the back of the van with their sniffing dogs jumping out aggressively, barking at my appearance. I was suspect. I looked around, trying to find an escape.

I saw a nearby door I forced it open and was inside some sort of apartment. With no time to think I ran up the stairs in front of me, with the dogs trailing behind. I ran to the right of a long hallway after climbing the staircase. All of the doors were boarded with wood. There was no way out. I had an idea. There was a window which looked very fragile. With no escape route I stoped in front of the window, blocking my face with my hands so there would be no damage. The dogs were bounding towards me, barking furiously.
They jumped towards me, knocking me backwards causing to smash the window.
I fell out of the window, landing on a pile of garbage and onto the concrete. I grunted, feeling the pain.
Something was missing…
I looked up at the window I had smashed and saw one of the sniffer dogs holding my beloved brown backpack in its mouth, both the dogs barking at me in defeat.
I ran into an outdoor hallway, making a right turn and running outside onto a staircase guarded by a gate which was looked.
I jumped off the wooden railing and landed on the wet cement getting up off of my knees, I got to my feet and looked ahead. I have to find a way to get to Cavier's apartment.