Mystery of Love

Chapter 2

(E/N: Edited)

James' POV

I looked at her blood shot eyes. She lay sobbing on the floor. The memory of Michaela came flowing back...

*Flashback*

My mum sent me upstairs to call my brother and Michaela down for lunch. I barged into my brother's room without knocking. Jason, my twin, was kneeling down on one knee, holding a box with a shiny ring. Right at that time, Michaela said yes. Their wedding was a week away, I wonder how Jason is feeling. I was his best man.

*End of Flashback*

Steph struggled, attempting to stand up but fell down again. "Ow," she muttered as I help her up.

"I understand how you two are feeling and I am terribly sorry for your loss but you will have to complete this case. The murderer is still on the loose," Mr Edwards sighed. "Oh, I will find him. I will," Steph assured him through gritted teeth.

"I have a few gadgets for you two. First, a shot gun. Second, a laser pen. Lastly, a pocket knife," Mr Edwards handed us our gadgets and dismissed us.

"This should help you to walk. Your ankle should heal in about a week," the nurse smiled. Steph thanked her and we made our way to my car, where the oil was spilled. A note was wedged between my car wipes and windscreen.

Steph and Jason,

the oil comes from Esso Petrol Station. Talk to your brother, James, and see if he can tell you anything about Michaela. Then, go to Esso Petrol Station to see who made a purchase of oil. Lastly, I prepared a private jet for you two to go to Japan. Go to Yoshin Street and you will see a knife shop. The rare blade is called 'The Invincible' it has a blade made of razor sharp steel and a handle made of holly. Your flight is at 7.00p.m. Be sure to eat dinner before your flight. I also booked a room at Marriott Hotel with double twin beds.

Good luck on solving your case!

~Mr Edwards

"Let's go. And be careful," I warned her. "M...marriott h...hotel? J...japan?" she stammered. "Yeah. Why?" I asked. She seemed almost scared of that place. "When I was six, my family went there. Suddenly, my mum had a heart attack and had to be admitted to the hospital immediately. She died the next day. I dread that hotel and the hospital," she explained. "I'm so sorry I didn't know," I said. She shrugged. "It was 19 years ago," she smiled weakly.

"Excuse me sir, Agent Benson and Agent McCully here. Could you tell us who purchased oil from here recently?" I asked. The poor man seemed intimidated and immediately showed us the people who recently purchased the oil.

"Peter Fernandez," I read out loud as Steph scribbled it down in her notebook. "Robert Prince, Jessica Harper, Leonardo Veqaz, Sarah Grande, Timothy Mendes," I read. "Got it," she nodded. "And..." I started. "That's all!" The shopkeeper jammed his finger on the power button of his computer. Steph and I shared a look and frowned. "Are you..." I started. "Yes. Yes." the shopkeeper interrupted. What's with people interrupting my sentences? Gosh...

"He's lying," Steph said with full confidence. "Tell us," I snarled. "Promise you won't tell a soul?" He stammered. "Duh!" We said at the same time, with an annoyed tone. "Jaden Simpson. He's so crazy. He didn't want me to tell anyone that he bought the oil. Psychotic I tell you!" he shook his head.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation. If you remember anything else, please call the police hotline." Steph said with a smile. "What???" I looked at her. I wasn't done investigating yet! She grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the petrol station.