Over My Dead Body

III. Dead end

According to my information about the box that was left with Connor's body, the owner of it lived in this apartment. I turned the box in my hands. it was silky brown wood, the crevices lovingly honed, the grain visible under the polish. I looked at his file again.

Anthony Jedre.

Croatian.

That's all I got about him aside from his address. I knocked on his door, but I didn't get any response from the other side. I knocked again, a little harder this time. Still nothing. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. I sighed as I pulled a bobby pin from my hair. It's cliche, I know, but it works! I heard a click and knew I had obtained entrance of the apartment. I swung the door open and let my eyes go over the inside of the apartment. His apartment was empty, like someone had just left in a hurry. Drawers had been opened and stuff had been grabbed from them. A window was still left open and the curtains flew into the room.

I walked towards the seemingly empty desk, but when I approached, I realized it wasn't entirely empty. Anthony had left me a note.

"You'll never find me."

"Damn it!" I cursed, furious that he had been one step ahead of me. I had made so much progress these past few weeks. Finding the owner of the box and tracing him down. It was a huge step forward finally knowing the killer's name, but I couldn't help but feel like I had to start all over again. He had fled, he had known that I was coming. I couldn't help but feeling like this room was a dead end.

Another dead end. I was sick of all these dead ends. I wanted to make some progress, but somehow I always ended up right where I started, at the very beginning. Having no clues, made me furious. The hope of finding this person decreased with every dead end I found.

"Don't give up," Connor's voice whispered in my head.

His voice followed me, of course, he would always follow me. It didn't matter where I went on this crazy quest of finding the killer, he would always be right by my side to guide me and to help me get through this madness. He made sure that I didn't get too bitter and that I still kept on hoping. It was the only thing left for me, hope. I lost everything else the day my boyfriend got murdered.

I lost my boyfriend.

I lost love.

I lost my innocence.

I lost my gratitude.

I lost my Connor.

I lost my life.

The only thing I gained was this new purpose I had now along with the hope of getting my revenge.

Finding the cause of my loss, finding Connor's killer.

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It's shorter than the previous chapter, I know. Sorry for that, but it'll be worth it.

Stay tuned for more!

Lots of Love,
Take-It-Or-Leave-It.