Secret Twin

Part 15: A Hairdresser

The picture of a beautiful woman, blond hair, and gorgeous ocean blue eyes. The painting dusted, dusty enough to have a hard time to make out. Under the beautiful painting of the gorgeous woman was a dresser, an old wooden dresser.

Zadie's curiosity grew, making her open the small drawer. Inside there were a lot more photos of the woman, not only the woman, but a man with her.

One of a picture of a man kissing under a wedding arch. The woman in a grand white gown and the man in a distinguished black suit. They made a great couple. The more photos she scrolled through, the more the man became... familiar. The face shape and smile the man had, she had seen that smile before. Suddenly it finally clicked. That was Blake. Blake, yes that's right. That would conclude, this gorgeous woman that had looked like Barbie, almost, is his wife. Or rather, was, his wife. Zadie had remembered Blake said his wife died, in a car crash. On the back of the picture of their lovely wedding was a date. It had looked like the date she had tragically died.

1997, September 11. It was rather odd, that was the same date both, her father and mother died. It's just a coincidence, right? Her head started to spin with thoughts, her head was like a roller coaster ride, another thought getting on to go for a spin, just for more to get on.

"She was indeed beautiful, but I did you a favor."
A soft voice whispered behind her. Zadie's head shot back in the direction, her eyes meeting with the eyes she had been familiar with. Marilyn's.
"What do you mean?" Zadie was able to get the words out of her mouth.
"You'll find out sooner or later." Marilyn smiled back as the gust of the wind from the door blew her into dust.

"Zadie, you okay?" Emily asked, worriedly. Her eyebrows furrowed, waiting for her to answer. Zadie's gaze moved from the empty space that Marilyn stood just a few seconds ago, to Emily.

"Yeah, fine, never better, Emmy." Zadie became calm again, relaxing her tense shoulders. Emily's gaze softened as she heard the nickname she had been given.

"I like that name, but let's go I'm getting tired and bored." Her voice was exaggerated.
"When are you not tired?" Zadie asked, chuckling at her own words before moving past Emily out the door.
"So... is that a yes?" She hoped they would finally be able to go back to that, disgusting thing of a place, and to sleep on the mattress. Just to sleep in general, she was happy with.
"You can, I still need to go to the police station." She replied.

"Me? Go back there? There is a fucking animal lady thing, you think I'm going to die. Alone? I don't think so." Emily exclaimed.

How could she go back there? She knew that most likely, the woman would be waiting there again. And she wasn't about dying alone, if she dies, she's bringing someone with her. "Then stop complaining, and shut your mouth." Zadie spat, walking to towards the police station that wasn't far from the salon.

While walking, Zadie couldn't help but let her mind go to the picture. How did they die the same day? Was she going crazy? Or did they cause the accident together? Maybe she would ask once she found Blake. Before Zadie knew it, she had reached the station, which surprised her since she hadn't been really paying attention to her direction. At least she didn't get lost.

She went inside and found glass Bon the ground, as usual. "Damn, how many bullets did that person shoot?" Emily let out a humorous laugh. "Let alone have." Emily added to her sentence.
"Don't know. A lot." Zadie responded while looking around.
"Oh really, you think Sherlock?" Emily rolled her eyes while gazing at the surroundings.

Zadie ignored her and went behind an office. She found a grey, metal, file cabinet with some dents from bullets. 'The shooter came in here too?' Zadie thought.

She quickly re-guided her mind to her purpose, getting the files and getting out. Zadie opened the grey, file cabinet. There weren't many in there, names on each one. "We'll go on, take them. What are we waiting for?" She heard her voice. Marylin's voice. Zadie turned her head quickly behind her, but found absolutely nothing. "Are you done in there or not? I want to go, I don't like how this place feels!" Emily shouted from outside.
"Coming!" Zadie grabbed all the files, wasting no time, and walking out with the files in hand. "Finally." Emily sighed. Zadie went outside, still holding the files as she looked around. Glass on the floor, blood on the floor. Then, it suddenly clicked in her head.

If there was a shooter and there was blood, where were all the bodies? Weren't there people dead? How had she not thought of that sooner?

"Can we go now?" Emily asked. Zadie's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Her head turned towards her. "Something doesn't make sense. Before we left, there were bodies lying on the ground. But now there's just traces of blood. Don't you find it strange?" Zadie questioned while looking around. Her eyes traced over the concrete, the walls of buildings, blood splatters were in most places she turned.

The murderer hid the bodies in the lake. Maybe the bodies were there. Though, that would be a lot of bodies to put in the lake, but possibly they are.

"I guess it's strange, but come on. I wanna go." Emily started to walk to the direction of the hut they were staying at. Zadie looked at her walking away, thinking. Should she go back, or should she go and see if the bodies are possibly there? It would be safer to go back, but she could maybe solve the case by going to the lake. "Don't tell me there's still things you need to get." Zadie also needed to still get the photos. Though, the chances of them still being there unharmed or not lost are low. But if that would happen, at least she tried.

"Emily, listen. I need you to go back. I don't want you to follow me. Just, please. Just listen this once." Zadie begged. Emily looked at her, confused. "You're seriously going to go somewhere else? What do you even need left?" Emily questioned, crossing her arms.

"I need to go somewhere, but please. Just go back and I'll meet you there." Emily raised an eyebrow. "You promise you'll come back?" Zadie thought for a moment if she could truly hold that promise. If she would make it back in one piece has a lower chance of happening then you would think. Many things could go wrong. She could even come in contact with the potential murderer, but if she promised she could go back hopefully safe. They had only just met, but she saw her as a little sister almost. She would rather it be her than Emily "Yes... I promise." Zadie spoke.