Chapter 17
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Private Number: "My baby got beautiful brains too~. Yeah u r right she was a target."
I leaned a little bit forward. "Why?" I asked curious.
Private Number: "Why are u so invested in this? It was cute how you were rambling off in the car, but I don't really like how curious you are."
I was honestly trying to figure out how to catch that murder and hand him over to the police. I can't just sit still and let this happen mostly if I can do something about it.
I shrugged. "No real reason. So what's the reason for her death"
Private Number: "It was overdose on drugs. There are drugs that can make you feel like u r chocking. An overdose would obviously lead them to death."
"But they didn't find any needle mark." I said. Wouldn't they have said something if that was the case?
Private Number: "She was stung on a place where it's not visible to the eyes. Most likely under her ear also there's a possibility that she could have been forcedly fed to swallow down some kind of pills."
I thought a little bit more deeply. But why was she killed? Now that I think about it she was known for something. What was it again?
"Was she done in by some type of hired killer?" I asked.
Private Number: "Yes. Now can you stop being so curious?" Ignoring what he said I went on.
"Can't you like use your stalker skills to track this murderer down or maybe get some evidence for the police?"
Private Number: "No, I don't want to why should I?"
I gave him a scornful look. "You're really going to let a killer loose?"
Private Number: "Baby I'm also a killer, so why should I mind another killer's business? I'm only invested in you. Also I am not going near any fucking police stations"
I groaned. "So you really can't search him up or something?"
Private Number: "Do you think that there's some forum where killers are posting their next kills or something?"
"Isn't there?" I asked hopefully.
Private Number: "No. Drop it."
I threw my arms up being fed up with his blatant ways of keeping me in the dark. "Fine! Then I will just try to look him up myself!"
Private Number: "For the last time April, DROP IT"
With my arms crossed I gave a defiant look. "Why? I am curious to know who this killer is and seeing how you don't want to lift one fucking finger to put this person behind bars I've got no choice but to do it myself."
Private Number: "Oh no you don't. Curiosity killed the cat and you know what? You're mine fucking cat."
"I'm not a cat." I grumbled.
Private Number: "Not a cat, but mine cat."
And that makes it better how?
I started to nimble at my right thumb fingernail. Something that I would do whenever I'm in distress or whenever I'm deeply in thought. A really bad habit, but it's sadly the only thing that can calm me somehow down.
How can I get Jack invested in this? He obviously wouldn't do something if it doesn't have anything to do with me or with himself.
Hmm? Himself? That may work.
Private Number: "Stop biting your finger."
I just stared at the screen still deep in thought not registering what he just said.
If he himself would be in trouble because of something then I'm sure that he would deal with it quickly, but what now if it is something that could get him out of trouble?
Private Number: "April! Stop it! your bleeding!"
I blinked a few times slowly coming back from my thoughts. I looked at my thumb.
"Oh…" I am bleeding.
Private Number: "That's why I hate that habit of urs if no one is there to stop u then u would just keep biting until it bleeds and even just move on to another finger!"
"Hehe…" I laughed guilty.
Private Number: "Don't think that u laughing so cutely would get u out of trouble. I swear I would have spanked u for that."
Really unsettled by what he said I started to shift around uncomfortably. Let's not say anything about that and move back to the important subject. Even if I did say something about it I am sure that I would just end up regretting it.
"Say back to the murder." I started
Private Number: "April, what did I say?"
"To drop it. Yeah, yeah, but hear me out they all think that both the murders were done by one person a.k.a you, not like they know; but what now if you could put the blame of both the murders on this murderer. If they catch this killer then everybody would think that everything would be over and you get to be scot free!"
I was appalled by myself for even suggesting this to him, but I really needed his help and support on this one.
Private Number: "I love your sexy ass and brain! I'll gather so many proof for the police that they wouldn't have a choice but to get him."
"Where are you getting the evidences from? And so you do know who it is?" I asked.
Private Number: "That's both none of ur concern. I will be gone for a little while so behave."
After that no matter what I would say he wouldn't response back. Well I guess that matter would be soon be resolved. Scratching my head I looked around in the still dim lit living room.
'Should I watch some TV?' I asked myself but was already quick to deny that option. Who even still watches tv when we got YouTube or Netflix around?
Or maybe I should work on some documents and type some e-mails for work since our day was suddenly interrupted by the 'accident'. I still got a lot of stuff to do and who knows how long we'll be staying home this time?
I tried to search around for my work laptop case, but I couldn't find it anywhere.
'Hmm?' That's strange I'm sure that I took it with me back home or did I? Racking through my memories searching for the answer I realized that I had left it on top of my desk in a rush to get out of the building.
I groaned frustrated. Good job April now you must go back and get it. I basically drove back with Cher and Brandon for nothing. I glanced through my curtains to see the still blue clear sky. Not even three hours had passed since the discovery of the dead body. I wonder if I can even enter the building to begin with. The police must be still surveying the surroundings.
I shrugged. I will just go back there at night.
No harm to that, right?
