Criminal *completed*

Chapter six

My knuckles were white on my steering wheel as I drove. I tried to forget what I had done. The roads were empty as the snow had kept people at home. I drove carefully making sure I didn't skid on ice. Beck's parents live in East London in an apartment next to the Tower of London. When I arrived I parked up and rang the bell.
"Who's there?" Said Chris' gruff voice over the intercom
"Alyssa," I say. Then came his laugh.
"Come on up," he laughs. The door releases and I'm already regretting this. I walk up the stairs. Chris is already standing at the door holding a glass of scotch and sipping at it.
"Nice to see you Alyssa," he said. Him and Beck both had the same gruff voice. I nod and walk in. Beck's mum Genevieve was sitting on the couch drinking what looked like vodka.
"Take a seat," Chris gestured to the couch returning to his seat pouring more scotch in to his glass. Nervously I took a seat next to Genevieve.
"What brings you here?" She asks drinking.
"Well.. I'm pursuing a personal case, how do I do it carefully?" I question. Chris sighed.
"The minute you start looking in to a case close to the heart you start to lose yourself." He told me. I had a feeling he was right but I refused to believe it.
"That's not true," my voice trembled slightly.
"Don't believe us. But when you find yourself up at 3am watching his house through binoculars..well don't say we didn't warn you," Genevieve sighs. My mouth went dry. The voice in my head were screaming and it was making my head spin. I had to get out of there I stood up.
"Wait before you go. How's Beck?" Chris smirked maliciously.
"He's fine." I say even though after earlier I don't know.
"Do us a favour and give him this letter for us," he handed me a envelope.
"Wait...how did you know I was coming so you could give this to me?" I ask. He merely tapped his nose.
"Goodbye miss Hood," he sounded so evil when he said my name it sent shivers down my spine. Quickly I left running to my car. My mind was moving at 700 miles a hour so I drove to a lonely area by the Thames. I'm not sure how long I sat there so lost in my own self pity. I didn't care that it was cold. I didn't care that it was dark. I just needed time. This was going to be hard.