What Happened To Stacy?

The attacker PT 2

Elijah

" All we know is that- You texted Addie to turn on her location and a few hours later she was attacked, Addie said you were at her house but you left"

"She said you were at her house, but you left. Left her alone and vulnerable to whoever or whatever attacked her." I paused, letting the weight of my accusation sink in. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

He shifted in his seat, his eyes darting around the room nervously.

"She said that? I was never at her house. I was..." He trailed off, hesitating.

I leaned back, watching him warily. "You were what?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes unfocused and glazed. "I was high last night," he admitted, his words slurring slightly. "I was asleep. I swear I didn't do anything to hurt her."

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Let's just say that was the case. Do you have someone else who can back up your story?"

"Yeah, my girlfriend - she was at the house with me-" His voice trailed off as he smirked at me, raising an eyebrow in a suggestive manner. He leaned closer, his warm breath tickling my skin.

"All night?" I asked, trying not to let my nervousness show.

"Of course," he replied smoothly, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. "I know how to keep a girl up all night." His words dripped with confidence, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of intrigue and discomfort at his suggestive tone.

"But despite what you think of me," he continued, a more serious expression crossing his face. "I really do like Addie. She's amazing - smart, bossy, firm..." As he spoke about her, I couldn't help but notice the way his whole face lit up, as if he were describing a rare treasure. Does he have feelings for her?

I wondered, my gaze fixed on his face. He caught me staring and quickly added, "She's just a friend." But something in his tone made me wonder if there was more to their relationship than he was letting on

"Keep it that way," I snarled at him, my eyes narrowing to slits as I shot a venomous glare in his direction. My muscles tensed, ready to pounce if he dared to make a move. But before I could act on my threatening words, the screeching of tires on the pavement pulled my focus to the road ahead.

***
As I pulled my car to a stop in front of the desolate house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Joshua, who sat beside me, looked at the ancient abode with a curious expression.

"Whose house this is?" he queried. I sighed and replied,

"Addie's." As I got out of the car, my eyes scanned the surroundings and I noticed several police cruisers parked haphazardly by the curb.

It was evident that they were leaving no stone unturned in their search for clues. Without further hesitation, I beckoned for Joshua to follow me as I made my way over to the cops.

The atmosphere was tense, and I couldn't help but wonder what secrets this abandoned house held.

"Have you found anything?" I ask, frustration etched deeply on my face as I put my hands on my hips and let out a tired sigh. The hot summer air only added to my irritation, making me feel more exhausted than ever. I really hoped the policeman would have some good news for me.

He turned over to look at me, his eyes lined with a hint of sympathy. "Well, I can tell you for sure this is a perfect burglary," he said, his voice solemn. "No fingerprint, no items are missing, no blood."

I grit my teeth in frustration. How was this possible? It was as if the culprit had flown out of the window, never to be seen again. I was determined, though. "I'll find something," I vowed, hoping to find some clue that would lead me to the criminal.