•𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂• ☣︎

Chapter 26

Johnathan ripped off his gloves and sighed. "Okay... you ready?"

"Your done?"

"Yes" He turned around with the skull in his hands.

I stood up as my eyes lit up. Johnathan looked down at me with a sense of pride of his work.

"Johnathan... aw I love it" I lifted from his hands and took it into my own. It was smooth and perfect just like his other one.

"It's a yours" He said as I admired it in my hands.

"How did you make it so perfect?" My eyes met his, glowing in the light.

"I'm a doctor Y/N, I know everything about this" He smirked.

"Right, yeah. It's so cute"

"Im glad you like it" He sighed. "I always wanted to make another, to put next to my other one, but I could never find a good candidate."

"Oh yeah?"

"But now I have two with a good meaning. One of my own and one of my wife's. Seems like a good pair I'd say.

"We're a good pair too"

"Yeah?"

"I mean, I think so" I grinned.

"Good. Because even if you didn't you would still have to be with me."

"You would keep me even if I didn't love you?"

"Yes. I wouldn't need you exposing my secrets now would I?"

"I would never expose your secrets"

"Good. Shall we go now?" He held his hand out. I grinned and laid my hand in his. He locked up the lab, and we walked down the dark empty halls. Hand in hand.

Johnathan and I arrived home that evening. Once home, he entered his office and set the skull down gently next to his. They were so beautiful together.

Both of our heads turned to the sudden phone ringing in his office. Johnathan walked over behind his desk and lifted the phone.

"Dr Crane?" He answered.

"Hello Crane it's officer Gordon. I was some questions for you."

Johnathan sat onto his chair. "Yes go on then."

"Did you happen to have a visitors last night?"

"No. Ive been terribly busy on the report you've insisted I wrote. Why do you ask?"

"We've had a report come to us saying a man that was in your building has been declared missing."

"I wish I could help you officer but I have no information on any man in the building. As I said, I've been terribly busy."

I sat in the chair across Johnathans desk and listened.

"Very well. Thank you for your time.." The officer sounded suspicious.

"Im sure he'll pop up eventually. Good day." Johnathan grinned and slammed the phone down.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"Mr Patrick" Johnathan's eyes glanced over at the shelf, where his skull laid.

"Do they think you killed him?"

"Couldn't tell you." He stood. "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes, please"

I followed Johnathan out of his office and to the living room. I sat on the sofa while he left to the kitchen. He returned to me with two glasses of red wine in his hand.