NO BODY, NO CRIME

Chapter 10

Eleanor was careful it was pretty late at night when she drove out of Liam's driveway. She had been waiting in his car for a few hours now. She observed there was no movement. 

She drove up to her boat. She sailed to the lake-house. Eleanor never forgets a face, an address or a name. She dug out the suitcase and pursed her lips close and tight, so that her grunts couldn't be heard as she pulled the suitcase out. When she was successful, she went back to her boat. It didn't take her long before she was back to the deck.

She replaced the motor she had brushed up before that night, so that they could make it to their destination, with an motor that was always kept as an extra. It was rusty and cold. She had been taught how to do it when she was ten years old. She made sure the boat looked dilapidated again, like no one ever came. 

Eleanor knew this was the biggest risk she was taking. But she had to. This was a good way of protecting both her and Harry. She couldn't afford the police finding Liam in any way or Harry blurting it out. She knew if they never found Liam, they'd be safe. 

She was careful enough to make sure nobody saw her. She passed the newly built pillars and half-constructed walls. She dug a space once she knew she was concealed by the construction materials and some of the parts that were already built. She was silent enough this time as she wasn't pulling out anything. She covered up the suitcase once it was deep under the ground. She made sure the ground didn't look too fresh by stepping and stomping on it a bit. 

As soon as Eleanor started walking home after putting Liam's car back, she felt her breathe getting thicker. Fear crept in and the constant feeling that someone was watching over her made her forehead sweat. She knew she was just being paranoid but her guilt was too heavy. 

She rushed home and shut the door quickly. She gulped down as much water as she could. Eleanor knew for a fact that she'd not be able to sleep that night. 

"Louis?" Eleanor groaned as she woke up alone the next morning. She rubbed her eyes and narrowed them when she couldn't spot him in her room. "Louis?!" she called out. 

She got down and put on her furry slippers on. Eleanor somehow managed to get her hair up in a loose bun as she walked into her living area, eyes searching for Louis. 

Eleanor smiled at the sight of him, sitting on her couch, facing outside the window. She tiptoed behind him, hoping to surprise him. 

"Morning," he said, without turning. 

"God Lou!" she gasped. "There's no surprising you." 

Louis just shrugged. Nevertheless, Eleanor crept up behind him. She sat down and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She left a few kisses on the side of his head and started descending. "What are you doing here anyway?" she asked when she didn't get a reaction from him. 

Louis didn't say anything. He simply moved his head away, making Eleanor completely confused. She slightly moved her head down and looked at Louis' lap. 

Eleanor's face went pale and her body started shaking slowly. Her breathing picked up pace and she unwrapped her hands from Louis. She backed away from him as he turned around. He held it up and shot her a questioning look.

"What are you- you- you doing w-with- it?" she stuttered. 

"I found it in your closet and something caught my eye," he simply stated. 

"It's just my top," she tried to act cool but wasn't looking at him. 

"I know it is," he neared her. "What caught my attention," he held up a part of the top, right on the edge of the front, "is this."