Kill The Callers Of Death

Chapter 3: The Greener Pasture

Lacy sipped on her coffee in a quite unbothered way. Like she didn't care about whatever crucial information being given to her, and she actually didn't.

Dahlia spread her hands and gave her a Are you even listening to me? look.

Lacy set the cup on the table and gave her an I'm disappointed in you look.

"Miss Wills, to be honest, I knew that from the start. You told me you hated Mrs. Wills, you told me you're a therapist and you expect me to not even guess that you lied? You're a therapist for god's sake. Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Dahlia frowned, "That makes sense. But why didn't you, I don't know, ask me or tell me or something?"

"Because you were going through a hard time and stuff and now leave."

She grumbled something about rude people under her breath as she stood up.

George entered the room and pointed his thumb at Dahlia who walked past him as he crossed the room, "Why was she here?"

Lacy rolled her eyes, "To tell me something I already knew,"

"And where is Oliver?"

"He left with his father's broth- uncle," He scratched the back of his head. "There's something I need to tell you, and you won't believe it."

"Ok?"

"There's a third murder."

"WHAT?" Lacy yelled, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH PEOPLE THESE DAYS? WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS TOWN? THREE MURDERS IN FOUR DAYS IN A TOWN WHERE THE LAST MURDER HAPPENED YEARS AGO?"

"Chill. And it actually happened in the neighbouring town. So we have to go. Now."

"Fine.And I'm driving." She stopped and examined the house, "And, by the way, I like what you've done with the house."

"Oh, you like it?" He said, smiling wistfully. "I found the wallpaper quite..... distracting."

"Me too," She cleared her throat, "Now let's go!"

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Lacy turned to George, "Play it."

Lacy: So.....what's your name?

Witness: David Johnson.

Lacy: Age?

Witness: 42.

Lacy: What do you do for a living?

Witness: I'm a plumber.

Lacy: Where do you live?

Witness: You see that flat from the window. I live there. Just me.

Lacy: Ok. When and where did you see the person die? What was her behaviour like before the murder?

Witness: Yesterday noon, it was 12:40, I think. I left to buy some lunch and I saw her hurrying out- holding onto her camera her really tight- and then she got shot in the head. Probably by someone from a window in the same block we both lived in..

Lacy: Did you know her?

Witness: Yes, I did. We were neighbours.

Lacy: Oh, is that so? Well, can you tell me a little about her?Everything?