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Extra details (smoke, ash, words, etc.) by: me
Y/N is a detective, who is currently attempting to solve a case. Someone has burnt down a building and killed multiple people and their loved ones. That pe...
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I walk towards the elevators while rubbing my forehead. "Shit. He's so fucking annoying," I put my hand back into my coat's pocket and think over the conversation I just had with Nick. "Blah, blah, blah.. questions blah blah.. folder.. ugh he didn't say- wait," I think harder, mainly focussing on the conversation about Alex.
"'His folder says otherwise.' That's what Nick said. Hold on.. How did he know about Alex's folder? I didn't say anything about his folder, did I?" My hand freezes before pressing the elevator button. Immediately, I start speed walking back to the interrogation room I questioned Nick in. Swinging the door open, I start searching everywhere for the folder.
"Alex, Alex.. where are you?" I slam the drawers back shut. "Shit. Shit." I take out my phone and call my partner that I was assigned with for this case. "Wilbur - we have a problem."
"Alright, what's the issue?" The British man asks, his voice echoing a bit. "You said that you could handle it by yourself."
"I know! I know.. Look," I sigh, leaning over the messy table. "Alex Q's folder is missing."
Shuffling coming through the phone had stopped. "What? Isn't he the suspect for Schlatt J's murder?" Wilbur pauses. "Isn't he the person that you keep saying he was framed?"
"Yes!" I exclaim, rubbing my forehead roughly with my free hand. "Just get to interrogation room 301."
"Now?" Wilbur asks as I hear a car lock. "I literally just got into my car."
"Get here right now! I know Alex was framed! Just get here for fuck's sake!"
There was silence on both ends.
Taking in deep breaths I respond. "Sorry Wil, I'm just really stressed out right now."
Wilbur chuckles lightly. "It's alright Y/N, you should go home and rest. Being the commander here isn't easy work. I'll handle it-"
I roll my eyes. "There is no way in hell I'm letting you do this alone."
"You really do care for me," Wilbur awes. "You're a tough girl, you know that?"
"Stop." I cringe at his words. "Also, I'm only staying so you don't mess up our progress."
"Yeah whatever," Wilbur uttered as I heard muffled elevator music. "I'm in the elevator by the way."
"Alright, see you soon." I respond and hang up the phone.
—— [ B ] —— You know how I said the chapters won't be short? Well, that is true but just not for this one! haahahahshsh
..bare with me.
remember when i said that i wrote 20 chapters already? well, that was kind of a lie- i just finished chapter 19 and NOW i'm writing chapter 20 ahahahahaha.......
