Electric Love - R. Meeks

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"Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. Tᴏᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ. I ᴡɪsʜ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ."
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The day had gone by painstakingly slow with no updates on what was going on. All Belle knew was what Dewey had told her over the phone, Cotton and his girlfriend were dead.

Cotton's death saddened Belle slightly. They hadn't been friends by any means, but her brother had framed him for murder, he'd been attacked as soon as he was freed, and now he'd been murdered, all because of Stu. She felt a strong sense of empathy for the man and wished these killings would just go away.

By this point, it was around 9 o'clock at night and Belle, assuming the updates wouldn't start now, had made her way to the hotel she was staying at. While she knew Tatum and Harry were (or at least should have been) fast asleep, Belle also knew Leslie was probably still awake.

Belle quickly dialed her older sisters number and waited patiently for her to pickup.

"Hello,"

"Hey, Leslie. I just wanted to check in and make sure everything went alright?" Belle said, wasting no time with small talk.

"Yeah, of course! Your children are literal angels, Belle. How's everything in Hollywood?" Leslie replied, asking what she'd been wondering since she heard her little sisters voice.

"Zero updates, but zero new victims. Still just Cotton and his girlfriend, Christine, I think was her name. Dewey and Gale are being complete asses to each other, though," Belle informed her sister. Belle was talking fast, she was tired and had all the information she was looking for.

"Damn. I'll let you go, I'd imagine you're tired from driving all day. I better hear from you tomorrow, okay?"

"Will do, bye Les,"

"Goodbye,"

With that, Belle put the phone back down and changed in to a pair of pajamas. She climbed in to the bed and, with thoughts of the undeniable tortures to come, reluctantly fell asleep.

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The next morning, Belle woke up early and groggily made her way to the small hotel bathroom. She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, fixed her hair, and slid in to one of the many outfits she'd packed for the long trip.

At around half past ten, Belle's phone started ringing loudly. She picked it up and noticed it was none other than Dewey Riley.

Belle answered and pulled the phone to her ear.

"What's wrong?" She said quickly, assuming Dewey had some kind of update.

"Jennifer needed me to come to her house and Gale's following me. I assumed you might wanna come too? Just in case something happened,"

"Sure, where at?" Belle asked.

The ex-cop rattled off the address as Belle grabbed her car keys. She bade him goodbye and made her way out to her beloved impala.

Sliding in to the driver seat, Belle took a deep breath. She started the car and slid it in to reverse. As she went down the highway, NSYNC quietly humming in the background, Belle prepared herself for the worst. She assumed what she was sure Dewey was assuming, someone was dead, otherwise he wouldn't have called her.

Belle made it to Jennifer's at the same time Dewey and Gale did. She waved to them both and caught the end of what Dewey had been saying ("Stop following me!") to Gale.

"I happen to be working for the police, dammit!" She retorted.

"You keep saying that, but I still don't believe you," Belle laughed slightly, jogging to catch up with the two.