ch. 19 • Late Night Talks

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It is now nearing two AM and I'm still at the police station sat in a large room with a couch that feels like it is out of place in the cold atark room

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It is now nearing two AM and I'm still at the police station sat in a large room with a couch that feels like it is out of place in the cold atark room. I've been offered coffee, water, snacks, and a thin blanket, to which I've accepted them all.

I've learned that someone reported a note had been found in my vehicle and the police believe it was left by the murderer. And this only salidifies that the killer is one of those Fraternity fuckers.

Foxy's boyfriend is in the fraternity.

Either the note was planted while I was at the police station earlier in the day or it was planted after I left with Bash to go to work.

It is possible to consider Bash to be the one to plant the note.the thought is very unnerving. But as I sit at the police station I find myself leaning away from the probability of him doing it.

Hanging out with him today felt too good. Too genuine...He wouldn't do that...Would he? If they'd told me what the note said maybe I could better determine if Bash were the one to do it, but all I know of the note is that it was handwritten and it was eluding to taunting me.

Which only makes me want to know what the note said that much more.

O'Neil isn't talking this time though. In fact, I've hardly seen O'Neil since I got here. He's either observing the disecting of the note itself or the vehicle or he's talking to the person who found the note.

Which, why would someone be snooping around inside my car?

And this, leads me to believe maybe it was Bash. He had clearly been in my car when I wasn't there and while I was...But the way we easily talked about nothing like the weather and he showed me how to clean the parts of the motor I'm finding it hard to think he would be the one. I'm not sure if my mind is trying to talk myself into hoping it wasn't him or if that is what simply makes sense to me.

Why plant the note when I had been with him the entire time? Why not taunt me outright? Or something? Why be a sneaky? Besides the obvious of getting caught. I feel this sick killer would want to tease me, or play somehow...Dangle something in front of my face with out me knowing, and Bash doesn't seem this type.

None of this is making any sense to me.

For the second time now, within the last forty-eight hours, I find myself hoping it's not him...

A soft knock sounds at the door, so I lift my eyes and watch O'Neil step inside. He has a coffee in one hand and a notebook in the other. He's dressed in dark jeans with a collared t-shirt tucked into his belted pants. He does look tired, but gives me a welcomed smile as he steps inside.

"The Volkswagen is getting swabbed for DNA and prints as we speak."

"Wow," I state thoroughly surprised they are working this so late into the night.

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