𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Chapter 39

Vince's POV

Carl Serafino is like crueler version of Nikki Sixx. We know absolutely nothing about this guy. Some weirdo psycho pedophile killer with tattoos. How the hell no one has ever seen his face? The thing is that he got a partner. And their victims are growing faster than ever. Meanwhile, Moira is engulfed with her sister's case. She got that fucking habit with the whiskey. In addition, she even started acting like Nikki did on Tommy's wedding. Crying, getting mad, shooting around with her gun. This is getting worse every day. I have to talk with her about it. She has to take a break. When my fiancé died I was at the same dark place for three months. But Moira has suffered since teenager and it's gonna be really hard for her to deal with this. I should tell Heidi to take Moira with her on vacation for two or three weeks. Oh God, here we go again. I can smell the whiskey from miles.
"Moira, are you okay?"
"I'm good. It's all good." Damn, she's smelling.
"No, it's not. You're drunk again."
"And your problem is?" Okay, I got it.
"That's not helping you. That's not gonna help with the case we're working on."
"Which case?"
"Serafino case, Moira."
"Oh, I thought we were working on my sister's case."
"IT'S NOT ONLY YOUR SISTER WHO'S BEEN KILLED. GET YOURSELF TOGETHER OR GO HOME." I really had to say it.

"Now what the bloody hell is going on here?" Uh oh, Mick is here. Since Moira started drinking solidly, Mick got enraged. Once she even drank the whole bottle of vodka Mick had in his office. Moira almost got fired for that. Now, I don't even know how is she still here? I care for Moira, but she just doesn't seem to listen to us.
"Oh, inspector. I-"
"I'm not asking you, Vince. I'm asking Moira."
"I ask the same, inspector? What the bloody hell is going on here?" Oh no, she's gonna be outta here in minutes.
"ARE YOU DRUNK AGAIN?" I remember when Sharise had just died and I used to be in the same condition as Moira, but Mick didn't shout at me like that. I guess Moira's case is something way different for Mick.
"Inspector, she just-"
"DON'T TRY TO DEFENT HER, VINCE."
"I think I should go home. I'm gonna be only an obstacle if I stay here a second more." That's what she said yesterday. WHAT'S NEXT MOIRA? GETTING ARRESTED FOR FAST DRIVING WHILE BEING DRUNK?
"Make sure you won't come back tomorrow." Oh no.
"Don't worry, inspector Mick Mars. If this is our last meet then I wish you luck finding Serafino. And Vince, the detective place is free. Sayonara." I hate when she acts like a drama queen.

Nikki's POV

I have never thought that this guy with the mask is going to be even worse than me. I'm a fucking genius. I should have come up with this way earlier, but better later than never, right? My favorite part is the voice changing thing. Moira could never guess she's been talking with me almost every night. But the night Stacey died didn't go as planned. I shouldn't have hurt her that much. Now she's a fucking alcoholic. I see her every night at that bar we met. She can't even guess she's closer to revealing her sister's dead. The thing she needs to do is just ask the barman if he had seen Stacey before. But she's been too busy healing her broken heart with whiskey. Oh, it's time to call her. I take my phone and...
"Hello Moira."
"Hi Carl."
"Are you free next week? I thought I could kill you sooner."
"You know what? I'm free even right now." Something's wrong. I can hear it in her voice.
"Oh, too soon? I thought you wanted to-"
"JUST COME HERE WITH YOUR BUDDY AND KILL ME ALREADY." Oh no, Moira...

"Calm down, Moira. We have talked about your anger issues before. Let's just have a normal conversation instead."
"What do you want from me?"
"No, this time I'm gonna ask the questions. What's going on with your life lately?"
"It's like you even care. You sit behind the fucking phone torturing people, thinking that you know who's from the other side of the line, but you're wrong. You don't know me, Carl."
"Shh, did Mick fire you?"
"And if so, does it matter anything to you?"
"What are you doing with your life, Moira Adams? You used to be one of the greatest detectives out there. Who has hurt you that bad?"
"I won't tell you."
"You still can't get over your sister's death, right?"
"Do you have anything to do with her death, Carl?"
"And if so, does it matter now? She's dead. Yet, I think that Tommy got his reasons too." I still can't fucking believe how the fuck Ricky and Jennifer had crushed into Craig.
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say that I know stuff. What about that guy you had a crush on or something like that?"
"Who?" SHE HAS FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME? IMPOSSIBLE!
"I forgot his fucking name. Would you remind me, please?"
"Oh, you talk about Frankie. Ops, I called him Frankie again, hahaha. My bad. Um, he can go fuck himself. He decided to leave the town when my sister had died. You're not a person of feelings and bullshit so I'll try to describe how did it feel like to be left alone in need. But if you think that I'm wasting your precious time you can always pay me a visit and send a bullet straight to my fucking brain so I can forget about it and die."
"I'll call you tomorrow. Your story got my attention." I don't know why, but I think I had gone too far, hadn't I? I mean, her sister died, at least I should have tried to be more compassionate.