The never known Mavouitre (VERY SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 6

It was almost eight p.m. when Valencia started walking towards the place she lives. It was dark, people were getting cooped up in their homes. Having a fun time with their families, while Valencia was walking in the dark streets, alone.

The street lamps were dim, shady people were coming out to do their business, drunkards lying on the roadside having a drunk talk with themselves. Some grunts were heard from an alley, probably some gang members beating someone or a couple having sex.

Nothing was new for her, she was used to this environment. After walking for an hour, she entered the rich area of Novosibirsk.

All high class, rich and popular lived here. People crave to live in this part of the town, but they don't know that all these people were A-grade assholes who lived for only two things:

Money and Power.

But today, Valencia noticed something. There was no loud music blasting anywhere, no snobby people, no drunk teenagers trying to grope her. It was all silent.

When she made her way towards the property where she lives, there was a police car standing. The sight of the police car outside the mansion made her heartbeat quicken. Her palms became sweaty and she started shivering, she knew an anxiety attack was at the edge. So she took deep breaths, put on her emotionless mask and walked towards the mansion.

"Is there a problem, officer?" asked Valencia.

The young police officer was startled by a sudden voice interrupting his chain of thoughts. He spun around to saw a little girl with an aura around her, he couldn't point to.

"Uh, hey kiddo, myself officer Igor, but you can call me Alexei, Miss...," Alexei stammered.

His nervous behaviour made Valencia raise an eyebrow in question.

"Ramiro. Valencia Ramiro." completed Valencia.

Her last name sounded a little familiar to him. A little bit of searching won't hurt.

"Miss Ramiro, I am here to inform you about something," said the police officer with pity clear in his voice.

When he got no response from Valencia, he continued.

"Your dad-"

"He's not my father," Valencia meddled.

The tension and awkwardness between the two were perpetual. Clearing his throat, the officer continued.

"A few miles away from here, in the shady part of the town, we found a body, with its face completely damaged. From the identity card in his pant pocket, we concluded that it's Mr Griffin. We want you to come with us for the identification of the body."

"Now?"

"I'm afraid yes, Miss...this way please," he started walking to his car with Valencia following after him with a sigh. Driving out of the area towards the police station Alexei started to talk.

"I'm sorry we have to disturb you at this hour of the day. When you were not here, I asked the neighbours about any family of Mr Griffin and they told me about you being his dau- adopted daughter."

"I wanted an adult to recognize his body, but since he has no relatives except you," Alexei said with a sigh to which Valencia nodded.

"You aren't much of a talker, are you?" asked the officer.

"I don't like to waste my energy in stupid discussions," answered the girl swiftly.

Officer Igor sighed and said, "If the body is of Mr Griffin, we'll have to search for his relatives or you'll go into the foster system. Do you have any relatives?"

Valencia shook her head, biting her tongue to stop herself from making a crisp reply. The fear of going into the foster system again scaring her.

After that, both of them drove to the police station in silence, Alexei took Valencia to the morgue section of the station and opened a locker containing some clothes and things packed in a plastic bag. He took out all the things and laid them on the table in front of the girl.

Before Alexei could say something, Valencia said, "These are Mr Griffin's things. He wore these clothes yesterday"

This made Alexei narrow his eyes at her, but didn't pay much heed to it as the girl just lost a father figure.

"Hm, come with me, the body is this way."

Both of them made their way to big doors with 'morgue' written on them.

Both of them entered the room, with Valencia inspecting it thoroughly. Alexei went towards an enormous wall that had a lot of handles and numbers attached to it and opened one of them.

A corpse was slid out, its face completely damaged. The sight made Alexei wince, he turned his head towards the girl thinking to comfort her but he was shocked to see her simply staring at the body with an emotionless look and narrowed eyes.

The officer cleared his throat and asked, "Do you remember him having any identification mark or anything else? That can help to clarify if this is him or not."

"His right arm has a scar, he got from an accident," stated the girl.

The police officer nodded and checked the body's arm. And sure enough, it got a scar on its arm.

"It's him," the monotonous voice of the girl ringing in the officer's ear.

"Indeed."

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Sup, everybody? How are y'all?

I was supposed to update this on Monday as a gift of my birthday for y'all but my lazy bum can't do anything.

Novosibirsk is in Russia. I searched for the richest part of Russia and this popped up.

So, how was it? Any guesses what's gonna happen next?

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"You can talk with someone for years, every day, and still, it won't mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever.... connections are made with the heart, not the tongue."

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