Innocent

Chapter 5

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Eva's POV:

   I open my eyes. Sunlight is leaking through my window making me prop myself up on my elbow and stare out of it. I rub my eyes and throw my blankets off of me.

   “It’s investigation time.” I think out loud, making my way to the kitchen. It is the same procedure as always; black coffee, shower, teeth and getting dressed. Once I’m in jeans, a long sleeve shirt and cardigan I grab my bag that I earlier discarded on the couch.

   I make my to my front door then freeze in realisation. I mean, I know that I’m going to interrogate the other suspects but whom first? I contemplate with the door wide open. Her landlady, if someone knew something it should be her. I soon decide.

   I take a short ride in the elevator and exit the building saying hello to Bailey as usual. As if on cue, a taxi stops in front of me quickly. I jump inside to get out of the London cold.

   “King Tower apartments.” I say, not waiting for him to ask.

   He speeds off down the road swerving around the noisy traffic.

   I stare out of the window taking in the bland building view. I suppose this is punishment for living in the city - boring buildings.

   “Hey, you’re Eva…Rock was it?” he catches me off guard.

   “Pardon?” I ask, looking at him and his oily hair.

   “You’re Eva, from TV!” he says excitedly, “Oh, I’m sorry about your friend.” He continues, looking over his shoulder, sadness in his eyes.

   “What do you mean ‘from TV’?” I quote him. I never would’ve thought I would be having this conversation with anyone, let alone a cab driver.

   “You know how Erin died.” He asks.

   “Of course I do!” I hiss but soon realise the sharpness of my tone. I shudder at the thought of her death.

   “Well, they did a report on her death and everything.” He continues, while parking the car at my first destination, sounding a bit nervous.

   “It was a pleasure meeting you.” He says with a smile. I nod and pay him.

   I’m glad to be out of that car and inside, not because of the freezing wind, but because of being recognised. It isn’t a common thing for me, to be recognised, that is. Since Erin’s death I’ve been feeling strange. Feelings of sadness has been keeping my body captive, but I presume that is normal when friends pass. I’m not used to dealing with feelings. I’m not one to show emotion even when I am rid with anger or pain. Her death has changed me and I feel as though if I don’t solve her murder my feelings will take over me. I may sound selfish but I am used to being alone, feeling nothing. But something is different…

   When I’m inside I instantly see her. She is sitting behind a desk at the end of the room. Her brown hair pulled back in a bun. She is middle-aged and has a constant smile on her face, greeting people as they walk past. I walk up to her, past the elevator and stairs. When I am standing right in front of her, only a desk separating us, her smile fades.