The Bodies One By One

Chapter 14

Melissa Graves was a tall woman, she was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, also wearing an apron, just like Finn. 

'She looks like someone who would hate others'.

Baloc threw Storm a really? look, and he couldn't help but laugh, 'don't you think? I'm not the only one whose thinking this, you're thinking it too!'.

'Focus Storm'.

Baloc's eyes flickered over to Miss. Graves, 'and you're right, she does look like someone who would hold a grudge against other', Storm tried not to laugh, 'I knew it'. 
Both hadn't ordered anything yet as they were too occupied with keeping an eye on the woman. 

'We'll order something light, we don't want to lose her, who knows when her shift will end'.

Baloc said as Finn made his way over to them, and the both of them quickly told him what they wanted and they watched as the young man jotted down the ordered, 'thank you, it won't take long'. 
Finn was right, the food didn't take long, after all, they only really ordered scrambled eggs on toast. Their eyes never left the kitchen and the front counter. Melissa Graves bustled about, cleaning the tables, glasses and cutlery and also taking orders. She was oblivious to the two mean watching her.
It was about an hour later that they saw her untie the apron from around her body, fold it and head down the back, she was done and they watched her wave her co workers goodbye.

'Time to go, the food was really good, might leave a review later on'. 

Storm licked his lips as he wiped his hands on the serviette, before following Baloc outside, they had made sure that there was no parking at the back of the store for staff. They waited a bit until Miss Graves walked past them and out into the car park and that's when they were in pursuit. 
They caught her just before she reached her car, a little Toyota.

'Melissa Graves?'

She stopped in her tracks and turned to them and of course, she didn't smile, if anything, she looked worried and probably because she was being approached by two men, 'sorry, Special Agent Robertson and my partner Fernald, we were hoping if you had any time to talk to us about Sarah Moore?'

'Yeah, what about her?'

She turned completely and leaned back onto the Toyota, a complete lack of concern, she really isn't a fan, 'I'm sorry to say but Miss. Moore was found dead a few days ago', Miss. Graves seemed to freeze, 'oh... What happened... I didn't kill her if that's what you're thinking'. 

'Where were you on the 14th?'

'I was working, you can check my shift logs and my manager and coworkers'. 

'We'll do so, thank you'.

Storm was no close enough to see her facial features, high cheekbones, just like Graves and dark green eyes, 'we were told that you and Miss. Moore didn't get a long', Storm added and she rolled her eyes, yeah stupid question, 'yeah, I don't like the bitch, oh lovely, 'she made my life a living hell'.

'High school? She bullied you?'

'If that's what you call it, I'd say it's worse'.

'She the kind of person who woke up and chose violence?'

Storm couldn't help but say and Melissa sighed and stared down at her feet, 'everything was fine until she got bored and started messing around with me every time we crossed paths'. 

'When did she start bullying you? How old were you?'

'Sixteen'. 

Storm cocked an eyebrow at him, Sarah was just a little girl, 'I can see you judging me already', Melissa snarled at Storm who almost took a step back, 'she was popular though, so age didn't really matter... Unless it was worse because you were older than her, you were someone who wouldn't fight back?' She shrugged, 'I'm different now, I'm no longer the girl back in high school'. 

Storm tried to imagine Melissa Graves as a quiet girl, someone who kept to themselves... No way.