My Dear Sweet Murder-A Murder Most Unladylike Fanfic

Alexander

Hell to the NO did I ever think I was gonna come back to this story. I need sleep rn and I feel like wanting to go to one of those anger rooms bc im weirdly angry😭😭

but who cares I'm here, prepared to finish this ONCE. AND. FOR. ALL. to everyone checking out this book, if you love it as much and has read it all the way here, do please check out the other book in my profile What you Know and support its journey!

"Can we please go interview Honey now?"

  "George, will you stop nagging me!"

  George scowled irritably. Folding his arms, he said, "I still think she's one of the most useful people in this case. Sure, she sounds like a liar from what we've heard, but she was the secret mistress of Mr Blueberry! Could this murder get any more tied up?"

  I looked down at the address that Ms Haulings had given me. 121 Maple Street, Eastfield. 

  George craned in his neck, trying to get a look. "Alex," he said finally. He looked at me as if I was dumb.

  "What?"

  "We're standing right in front of Honey's house, you know."

  "Oh." I scratched the back of my neck sheepishly.

  We knocked on the door, and in an instant, the door was whipped open, and a flurry of perfume blew past us. 

  I sneezed loudly. 

  Allergies.

  Honey was, undoubtedly, the kind of woman you'd find seductive, not the kind of woman you'd see yourself getting married to. I found myself comparing her to Hazel, despite the age gaps, and I could see Hazel in a white dress in a couple of years. As I came back in reality, I realised how hard I was simpering over the thought.

  Honey twirled her platinum blonde hair around one slender finger. Her bright green eyes, which had undoubtedly lured so many men in, looked at us, waiting for an answer.

  George cleared his throat. "I don't know if you've heard, but we are investigating Mr Blueberry's death."

  Honey immediately began laughing. Laughs that sounded forced, barking out of her mouth. That indeed did NOT match her persona.

  She doubled over. George and I glanced at each other, unsure if we had the right person. No matter who she was, she was definitely faking those giggles.

  "Honey?" I tried. She stopped and froze. 

  "Oh you'd be surprised about how much we know," George interrupted lazily. "The boxing matches, the secret affair, the ring-"

  I looked at him weirdly. The ring? The ring was not talked about for a long time. Unless George is using the ring as a bait to get Honey to confess...

  George trailed off, waiting for his words to take effect. Honey's face said everything. Her face, which had been a light golden colour, was now utterly pale. Her eyes were as big as discs and her finger was now tangled in her locks of hair. After a while, she gained her composure.

  "Be quiet," Honey hissed. "How do you know?"

  "Let us in," I chimed. "We'll tell you everything."

  "After all, there is nothing you need to hide, is there, Miss?" George grinned brightly, looking like a child

  The young woman in front of us seemed to contemplate the thought. "Fine," she said, but she looked like she regretted her choice from the moment she answered him.