'Ceart go leor, cad é sin?' Detective Miller asked once we were outside
'Cén fáth a bhfuil tú ag cur an mhilleáin orm? Is ar na gardaí atá an locht. Is iad na daoine nach bhfuil ag déanamh a gcuid oibre i gceart!' I scowled and crossed my arms.
'You can't just go around telling the killer of your cousin that you're onto them. Now they're going to be covering their tracks and you just screwed up the case for the actual detectives. Go back and stop working a case that isn't yours. Look Valerie is ar mhaithe leat féin é, we don't need another dead person in the school. Tá brón orm ach sin mar atá sé.'
He was serious.
He meant no investigating.
Like, none at all.
Such bullshit I thought. I was never going to stop investigating this case. It had become my absolute sole purpose to uncover the truth and that may sound cheesy or cringy, but it was now a part of my life and it became a part of my life when I got that death threat.
'If you really are telling the truth about that girl, I'll send some of our group up to see it. If you're right, then the killer is on a rampage and my team must find out who it is. Now go back to the dance and have fun with your boyfriend.' He reassured me.
'Vincent's not my boyfriend! Why does everyone keep on fecking saying that? Ugh go away, I'm leaving now.' I scowled and went back to Vincent.
'I swear, that man has it out for me.' I insisted and Vincent chuckled at my expense. Which I hate.
'Oh yeah, does he?' He grinned, hugging me.
'Yeah, he fucking does. Don't you dare laugh at me. It's not funny, I'm dead serious.' I retorted scowling at Vincent.
'Uh, well anyways... want to dance? It's the last song of the night so...' Vincent smiled and pulled me in.
Some classical music started to play and it created a fancy and elegant element to the disgusting and stinky sports hall.
As Vincent and I swayed to the rhythm of the classical music, I couldn't shake off the intensity of Detective Miller's warning. The weight of his words lingered in my mind, but my determination to solve the mystery overpowered any sense of caution.
Vincent, unaware of the inner turmoil, continued to lead me gracefully across the makeshift dance floor. The contrast between the elegance of the music and the grim reality of the investigation fueled my determination. I needed to find out who was behind the murders, not only for justice but also for the safety of everyone at the school.
As the final notes of the music echoed through the hall, Vincent and I reluctantly parted ways. The atmosphere had shifted, and the lingering tension from Detective Miller's admonition hung in the air. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, that someone was aware of my investigation.
"I can't believe you're still on about this case," Vincent said with a bemused smile. "I thought we were here to enjoy the dance and forget about all the dark stuff for a while."
I sighed, realizing the strain my obsession with the case was putting on our relationship. "Vincent, I can't just ignore it. There's something sinister happening, and I need to get to the bottom of it."
Vincent's expression softened, and he cupped my face in his hands. "I know you're determined, and I respect that. Just be careful, alright? I don't want anything to happen to you."
His words were filled with genuine concern, and for a moment, I considered the impact my actions might have on those around me. But the fire inside me burned too brightly, fueled by a sense of justice and the need to protect Vincent from all of this
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The Alphabet Theory
Детектив / ТриллерTeenager Valerie Moone was known for having anger issues in her town, so when her therapist tells her that she's going to a boarding school to fix it she isn't exactly thrilled. What happens when the favourite in her family, Alyssa, is poisoned? Wil...
