High Fidelity

54. off the record

A/n: sorry for the delay in updates. This will be unedited as I will go back and edit thoroughly after this story is complete! Thank you. Enjoy!

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Wilson James Taylor

Cops were snooping around, detectives. I'd been questioned briefly once outside my job after the Omar incident but I think they didn't suspect anything from me. Good.

They mentioned everyone's a suspect which takes some weight off of me. Although, I'm responsible for two out of the three cases. Err, there's four now as Karina came up missing after the Miranda thing.

If not me, though, who is the monster was behind all this? I wondered.

My theory was Karina ran off, she seemed like that type. She was cracking after the Miranda incident, it was probably too much for someone weak like her. That could mean she did it. Why? Who knows or gives a shit, but it checks out. You don't just go missing after your best friend dies.

Either way, Chyna and Sydney didn't seem too affected by it all. Sydney said she did but she kept herself together well. I guess after losing her parents, she's numb to shit like this.

Chyna, though, she's just so far gone. If it's a case where everyone's a suspect, I have no problems throwing her under the bus if it means the eyes are off of Dame, Sydney, and myself.
Her motive: she'll do anything to get to the top. She's above Fidelity co. and doesn't mind stepping on the little people. That could mean Sydney's next, myself, or Damian, too, for that matter. That gave me an idea. . .

Damian was keeping his distance. He didn't think it was smart we were together as much since someone was apparently targeting our circle.
I told him he was paranoid, that nothing would happen and he shouldn't worry, but he did anyway. I wasn't going to tell him I killed Wes and Omar or he'd think he's next. As much as he hated them, too, I doubt he'd support me on this.

Knock. Knock. I stood outside of Sydney's door.

She came to answer the door and let me in. She looked scared.

"What's up?" I asked, stepping inside.

Sydney had a prolonged look around and then locked us inside. She seemed awfully jumpy, I wondered why. Nerves, I'm sure. Her best friends were dying, I don't blame her.

The news was on the tv. She was catching up on what's been happening in our city which seemed out of character for her, she wasn't the type to care about local happenings or politics.

I shook my beard hearing how they're saying the instances are all from the same "serial killer."
I should be happy the cops are failing to track me down, but they're just so damn dumb.

"Any idea who would do this?" I asked, just trying to make conversation.

"What are you trying to say?" She snapped, stabbing a knife in the cutting board.

I blinked, confused. "I guess I'm just wondering if you suspected anyone? These are your friends, after all."

She relaxed her shoulders and continued slicing tomatoes to add to the salad.

"Oh. Sorry. Um, no. I don't want to think about it," Sydney answered.

I nodded slow, saying, "I hope they find who did it." Lie.

"Is Wes still gone?" She asked, turning the conversation around.

Not liking where it was headed, I redirected.

"Well. Have you talked to Delaney lately?"

"No," Sydney said simply, chopping a cucumber next.

"You should. With everything going on, might be nice to spend time with her."