Bully

Chapter 20

I slammed my head into the pillow with a groan as my alarm clock screamed at me to wake up. I didn't feel like getting up today, I just wanted to lay in bed forever and forget every single last thing that had bombarded me these past few days. My life couldn't ever be simple, could it?

"Come on sleeping beauty, up you get," A voice chided, causing me to jump out of bed quicker than humanely possible at seven o'clock in the morning. My fists immediately balled up as I raised them protectively, intending to knock the crap out of the intruder in my house.

I squinted my eyes as they adjusted to the morning light then blinked a few times in confusion. "Chief? What the heck are you doing here?" I demanded, wondering if this was some sort of weird dream.

He gave me a toothy grin, as if the whole situation amused him. "Well you weren't at Rogue's house so I came here," he informed.

My forehead creased as I tried to focus. It was too early for me to think properly, and my brain was fogged from sleep. "Why did you want to find me?" I quizzed.

Chief's grin only grew bigger as he presented a wad of papers to me. "I told you I'd get the profile by morning," He smirked, clapping me on the back as if he were trying to wake me up a bit.

I took the papers with a frown, noticing that there was a lot of information on them. I don't know about you, but I'm not exactly too keen to be reading a bunch of small print as soon as I wake up.

The first thing that jumped out at me was the picture. According to police records, this man was Moseby, and I can't help but be surprised at the image. He looked nothing like the thugs that all surrounded me every day. He didn't have a hard face or a bulky body. In fact, he looked more like he'd be a jolly lollypop man, if anything.

"You sure this is him?" I questioned, my eyes flitting over every facial feature and burning them into my memory. He had quite a round face, with rosy cheeks and a bit of stubble on his pudgy chin. His hair was cropped - a shade of a dark copper. There was nothing remotely sinister looking about this man. I found it difficult to believe that he was the person who was messing around with us. Even his eyes shone with happiness and were wrinkled at the side, as if he had spent a lifetime just laughing.

Chief shrugged, looking at the papers over my shoulder. "No. It's not Moseby, but it's the man whose blood was on that paper," He told me, pointing a finger towards the name underneath the picture. Jonathon Saunders.

I let out a sigh, obviously Moseby was careful enough not to give us a direct lead to him then. I was hoping we had caught him out, but it looked like he really was going to be a tricky man to get a hold of. "Then I think we need to go pay him a visit,"

To my frustration Chief shook his head again. "That's going to be pretty impossible unless you reckon you can get answers from a corpse,"

My eyebrows knitted together as my eyes flitted over the words on Saunders' file. Great, he was dead so we couldn't even go and speak to him. Moseby truly was cleaning his tracks behind him. We didn't really have anything that could give us a hint at who he was - just a useless name.