The Cravers

47. Suspects

I had my jacket slung behind my back as I cockily approached my teammates. "Aye, Mates." I smirked with a light in my eyes. "You guys won't believe what has happened."

We were in a meeting room at the Coven, this being an uncalled, well, call,  the guys were skeptical when I called them in for an urgent meeting, wait until I tell them.

I sat down across from Kingsley on the circular table. His hands were tapping rhythmically. "I'm intrigued, Holland. Care to start explaining? I don't want to miss finding Chase Kindler." He spoke sternly and coldly.

"I don't think we'll need to find him. There will be a special someone who will lead him to us." I smacked my lips appreciatively.

His brows shot up in interest. "Okay, we're listening."

Matt scrunched his brows and scratched his head. "I'm sensing the big cue to hold our hands together."

"You should," I studied my nails nonchalantly. "Kingsley, remember that day I told you that we should watch out for Stella?" I looked up at him for a response, he grunted. "Well, look who was right."

"Can you like, speed up here?"Bat demanded. "I'm in no mood to do a drumroll. Just get on with it."

I rolled my eyes, not affected by his snappy mood at all, I was going to have the last laugh. "Okay, well rest rewind." I suggested. "Earlier this week, I had a discussion with Kingsley. I told him that I was suspicious of Stella. First, she was in the suspect list, however, everyone just shrugged it off as a cautious thing. But why was she there at the first place? Because she was a close friend of Jenifer's, jealousies happen, rivalries, boy drama...something might have ticked her off. I did notice big mood changes."

"Any evidence?" Kingsley sighed.

I gave them the diary and the exact page. I made sure they didn't read past that because I still valued her privacy.

Matt and Bat exchanged a look however, Kingsley's eyes were on mine as he read the passage with urgent concern. Fear has crossed his eyes but he didn't retaliate towards me. "This still doesn't explain how she ties in with the crime. She could've voiced her concerns or her fears. Maybe she feared that the Coven would blame her, who knows." His gaze travelled to me with no admiration of my work. In fact, he looked very cross. 

I cleared my throat. I was right, he was defending the girl for something, maybe they had a history together.  I was quite offended, I will push your buttons though, smart ass. "I still have proof." I announced. When that captured the total shock of the other two guys, I presented the burlap sack, tossing it on the table.

Kingsley was unmoved but I sensed that he was upset. He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbed uncomfortably, but to me, this was too cute to miss. His eyes darted between me and the sack: Me. Sack. Me. Sack.

Matt gritted his teeth, "And where did you find this?"

"In the Evans Household. Particularly at Jake's bedroom."

This dissipated the storm in Kingsley's eyes. "Oh, why was it in that particular room?" he questioned with a soft grin. There it was, a red herring.

"Because no one would question him, let alone suspect of his activities. It was a plausible explanation." I shrugged, a little flustered. 

He cocked a shoulder, his swagger on. "Are you sure?"

I frowned, my eyes flashing colors. I gripped the edge of the table and ordered Bat as if I was the team leader. "Bat, bring the camera recordings. Let me prove you something."

We projected the night that Chase was going through the streets with a dagger. The guys had to watch only once to catch what I meant.

We haven't noticed before, but when Chase was storming, there was a normal blond girl walking behind him, blending in with the crowd. She wasn't following him however, her face was familiar even though it was covered by a baseball cap. The only hindering was that she was wearing a fancy getup---an escapede out of the club. Her plush red lips were none other than belonged to Stella Evans.

"You see," I pointed. "This guy, Chase, is Jenifer's assassin. Stella tried to cover up her tracks by hiring a man to do her bidding. Chase was the killer yes, but the order came from her. Also, Stella has marked him. " I brushed my hair away from my face. " My first day at Adison, I witnessed her fake cry her woes and love to her in the circle of her friends."

"How do you know she has ordered the killing?" Matt asked skeptically, they seemed a little unconvinced. 

I sighed, what does it take to convince them? "We can interview Amy, Dixie, other people who knew their relationship closely. They'll know." Girl's would tie their tongue if you ask them directly, however, when stern Detectors stood in front of them, things change. "I dare you. Go."

They sat silently. 

"Fine." Kingsley snapped. "We'll bring them in."

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Today was the day, Kingsley actually saw Chase Kindler sitting in his  Physics class, his back turned away from him. He was in the first row on the corner of the room and Kingsley had a great watch on him the whole time. I would have  been burning under the gaze he had on him, thank goodness I wasn't in his place. 

Kingsley's foot tapped furiously. "Diana, why haven't we caught him until now?" he growled, turning once in a while to Chase to snarl. 

I patted his hand in comfort. "Don't stress this. We'll get the end of this."

The bell rang and Chase bolted out the door. He was going to meet Stella now. I had sent him a message through Stella's phone just now by the help of another friend who would love to see Stella burn. Now, they would be behind the back of the school, talking.

We would be taking care of this situation while we are doing this, Matt and Bat will be pulling Amy, Dixie out their classes including the guys like Eddie, Jake and few more.

A coup.

We followed Chase quietly. We took a different way and he took another. We made sure that our guns were ready, our daggers sharp and attainable. Pure determination in our eyes, we waited for our cues.

Stella was impatient, she kept looking at her watch until Chase arrived. "We haven't spoken for so long. Why the urgent call?"

Chase frowned. "You texted me. Not the other way around." 

Stella huffed, "Oh please. I don't know you. You should remember."

Chase was charming and aristocratic. He was very good looking with sharp green-blue eyes and a soft angular jaw, his hair was a color of chestnut brown creating an alluring appearance. "Are you sure?" He jutted her chin cockily. "Don't you miss me?"

"You are dead to me, just like my dead friend." She narrowed her eyes. "But you do the job right."
He bowed, "I am what I am."

I hissed at Kingsley. "Isn't this enough? You heard him."

He sighed, feeling the burden. "Dammit, Di. Wait."

We waited, and all they did was to figure out who might have texted them. They began arguing of nothing of importance.

"Let's get them." Kingsley hissed but before he was ready to bust in, he grabbed me by the arm, staring deeply into my eyes. "Diana, why do I like this alpha female in you so much?"

7.19.2016