Murdered Truth [Scar X Grian]

CHAPTER FIVE

The door creaked and slowly opened. An older woman with brunette hair stood in the doorway, a questioning look on her face. Scar immediately moved his hand off of his bow, he didn't want to make a bad first impression on someone who had to answer their questions.

"What are two heroes doing on my doorstep?" She asked with a small French accent noticeable, almost adding a suspicious tone to it. "We are here to ask some questions about your daughter, Violetta Lefevre," Scar responded with a kind smile on his face.

He heard CuteGuy walking up to the door after making sure they weren't in any sort of danger. "Don't you have other stuff to do? Why didn't the police come?"

Scar felt like he was the one being interrogated here. Though to be fair, he didn't even know why Chief Corbyn put them on the case of a missing girl. They never even did a proper investigation before, yet they still somehow have to solve an actual issue, which could turn into having to solve a crime. A disappearance was only considered a crime when they had evidence that person that was missing didn't leave willingly.

Scar glanced over to CuteGuy, signaling him to answer her question. He hoped his partner did have an idea on why they were investigating the missing daughter of the woman standing in front of them.

But CuteGuy went straight to the point instead. "The Chief of Police wanted us to. So we're here to ask you some questions about your daughter." The woman seemed to be fine with that answer. She quietly nodded while fully opening the door to reveal a hallway, followed by a big room behind her, different baby pictures attached to the walls. "Come in," she croaked.

CuteGuy went in first, quickly scanning the room for any other people. He gave Scar the green light to also come in. Scar gently walked past the brunette woman holding the door open for them as he made his way into the big living room. The baby pictures he had seen from outside were way bigger than he thought, along with photos of a younger couple—probably a photo from Violetta's mother and father back in the days.

There was a kitchen to the left, it looked very modern and had a kitchen island in the center. The living room on the right was decorated with a variety of bookshelves, housing different colored books.

Scar heard the door closing behind him, and watched as the older brunette woman walked towards them. "What can I do for you?" She asked, taking a seat on the couch while gesturing for them to take a seat aswel. "Where was Violetta before she disappeared?" CuteGuy went straight to the point.

"At a party." CuteGuy nodded understandingly. Scar still wondered why he didn't want to tell him what was wrong earlier, but maybe he should just let it go. He should be focusing on this interview. "Who was your daughter with?" CuteGuy asked curiously, showing genuine interest in what Violetta's mother had to say.

"I believe she went with her boyfriend, they went to a lot of parties that week.." She reached out to the white cup and took a sip of her earlier made coffee after answering.

"What's her boyfriend's name?" CuteGuy was completely leading the investigation. Scar was just there for show, atleast it felt like that. But he didn't mind, especially because he got to admire CuteGuy. Scar always thought his name suited him very well.

"Ivan, Ivan Reid.. Do you think he has something to do with it? I would do anything to get my daughter back, but.. he's a sweet boy," she murmured. It's always the boyfriends. Scar quietly thought to himself. Yeah.. maybe CuteGuy was right, he watched too many police series.

CuteGuy seemed to be out of questions, but Scar had one more. "Do you happen to know where this party took place? Or who hosted it?" She shook her head, "no I don't."

Half a dead end. Atleast they had Violetta her boyfriend's name, maybe he knew who hosted the party? "Well, thank you for your time, miss Lefevre," Scar said as he wanted to get up from the comfortable chair he had been sitting on this entire time. Part of him didn't want to stand up, his legs hurt.

The woman nodded kindly and got up too, showing them to the door. "Please find her.." Scar turned around to face her with reassuring eyes. "We'll do everything we can-," He got cut off by CuteGuy.

"We promise we'll find your daughter, miss Lefevre." Scar glanced over to his partner. What was he doing? Everyone knew that the number one rule with these kinds of cases was to not promise anything to anyone. Because now, if HotGuy and CuteGuy didn't find Violetta, her mother was going to blame them.

Blame them for giving her false hope, hope that maybe one day her daughter would be back. Back in this house on Rosefieldstreet. Back like she never even left. Back like she never even disappeared.

Miss Lefevre shot CuteGuy an appreciative smile. CuteGuy returned the smile while walking through the front door, leaving Scar and her behind him in the hallway. "We will let you know if we find anything," Scar said as he followed CuteGuy out the door.

They both waved the brunette haired woman goodbye. When Scar heard the door creak and click shut, he immediately turned to CuteGuy. "What were you thinking!?" He exclaimed nervously. What if this fatal mistake could make them get fired? Scar couldn't lose this job. He needed the extra money.

"Clearly," CuteGuy said as he watched HotGuy fiddling with his hands, slightly pulling at the black fingerless gloves he was wearing. "You can't just promise someone that! You're giving that poor woman false hope!"

"Calm down.." CuteGuy said worriedly as he placed one of his hands on Scar's shoulder. "I know what I'm doing," he reassured. Scar was skeptical, did his partner really know what he was getting himself into? "I really need this job.." Scar continued.

He tried to calm himself down, failing quite miserably. "Focus on your breathing, HotGuy." CuteGuy softly said as he stopped walking, making sure Scar stopped aswel. Scar didn't know why, but CuteGuy's voice always seemed to be calming, unless he was mad or stressed.

He knew CuteGuy knew he needed this job, though he never told why. That was probably for the best. If CuteGuy knew his partner wasn't able to use his legs while being a civilian, he would probably give away his real identity. How many people can't walk and are in a wheelchair around this area twenty-four seven? Not that many.

Scar calmed down. He trusted his partner, most of the time he had to. If they couldn't trust each other, how could they even work together? They had to trust each other with their lives. But if CuteGuy said he knew what he was doing, Scar trusted his words.

"We can continue the investigation tomorrow," CuteGuy murmured as he let his hand slide off of HotGuy's shoulder. Scar hadn't realized just how tired he actually was, how tired his legs were. Just because he had fancy animatronics attached, making him be able to walk again, didn't mean it wasn't extra tiring.

Scar waved CuteGuy goodbye as he turned around and started walking back to his apartment. He really hoped and trusted that CuteGuy knew what he was doing.