Facade

CHAPTER 2

The two ladies waited for a waiter as they signed a paper at the front to claim the reservation, one of the waiters took notice and began approaching them.

"Excuse me, Are you miss Dahlia Parron and miss Lucille Socorro?" The waiter asked. "Yes, that would be us." Dahlia answered. "Great! Please follow me."

The waiter escorted them to their table, the two sat down and began ordering. Dahlia ordered Grillades and Grits same for Lucille too and also added Banana Foster.

"Alright, while we wait I need to tell you something about a murder that occurred when you walked alone." She whispered to Lucille.

"Really? What happened to the poor fellow?" Her brows knitted together, curious on who exactly the victim was.

"The poor lad was found in the forest near by the opposite street you live in."

Lucille somewhat felt terrified as for the man that she shot can still be around the areas, but quickly disappeared when Dahlia mention that the man was found with a bullet wound on his shoulder, with his neck slit open, his body was covered in bruises that rumors said that he was toyed with before ending his life, because of the bruises found in his body that has specific places that received blunt force trauma including his head to the knees.

Dahlia also mentioned that it was speculated that the murder weapon was a metal pipe as it matched the victims huge hit on the knees, maybe running away from the killer before hitting his head.

The police also claimed that the victim was still conscious, that his killer decided to slit his throat open, and it was done cleanly, as if the killer knows what its doing.

With further searching there were no more evidence left other than the pipe in the crime scene, to depict who the killer is. That surprised the brunette after hearing all of that, her once tense self was showered down with relief, relived that the man won't come to her now. But, in her mind, it can be a coincidence as well, but Lucille can never be sure.

"I can't believe you're just hearing of it just now, Lucy, you usually hear about cases like that first. Oh right, he was drunk to so I guess he might have pissed someone off." Taking a bit from her food.

"So much that he was brutally murdered.. And because of that, things have gotten strict lately, especially at night." Lucille remark.

"I gotta agree to you with that, that damn guy just have to make things more difficult..! Ugh..." Her friend replied with an irritated voice as she rolled her eyes.

After that talk their food arrives. thanking the waiter, Lucille scooped a small portion of the Grillades and took a bite.

As much as it disturbs her, she tries her best to take her mind off of it, as long as her Derringer was never found at the scene, she should be safe... For now.

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JULY 1926

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"You know, I'm starting to feel like you're just here to annoy me by your constant questioning..." She annoyingly glared at the man.

"Can't a man be curious at all? and I also can't help but to ask more since you keep giving me such simple, no explanation answers, dear." He responded nonchalantly while drinking his coffee.

"You're one to talk." Her lips curled in irritation as she rolled her eyes and sigh.

Lucllie stood up from her seat before she starts to leave the table, Alastor tap her arm with a rolled up newspaper, catching her attention.