The events that commence after I hang up the phone are somewhat of a blur. My parents are asking me what's going on, but the only thing I can manage to think is that I need to find Harry. There is no doubt in my mind that it's his body. Making a mistake would make me seem mentally unbalanced and neurotic, but I am not making a mistake. I know it.
"Jane, are you hearing me? What's going on?" My mother asks. "What aren't you telling us?"
I don't answer her, not knowing how to in my immense state of shock.
Soon enough, police cars begin to pull up in our driveway, and I walk outside to find Detective Whitmore slamming the door of a cruiser behind her. She wears dark slacks and a white blouse, her dark hair falling over her shoulders. Her expression is irritated.
"We would have been here sooner if Lyle wasn't such a shitty driver. I'm tempted to ticket him for idiocy," she snaps, shooting Officer Lyle a glare as he gets out of the car. She looks back at me. "Show us where the body is."
I nod and lead her around the house, my parents watching dumbfounded from the back porch.
Whitmore manages to keep up with my brisk pace as we walk down the path, a group of officers behind us.
"There," I say. "See, the grass isn't grown through as much as the rest. It looks long enough that someone could be under there."
Whitmore looks at me, her expression hard to read. "How do you know it's Harry Styles that's down there?"
I don't know how to explain it to her; I don't know how to verbalize the overpowering instinct I have. "Trust me," I say. "Just trust me."
She stares at me for another moment, frowning.
Finally, she looks over her shoulder at the group of officers. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get digging."
My heart is beating out of my chest as I watch Officer Lyle and four other officers walk over to the patch and begin digging, upturning dirt and throwing it to the side.
Whitmore turns away slightly, speaking into a radio. She finishes talking and looks back at me. "The police captain's on his way over. We might get some press for this."
No one pays attention to anything but the digging in the clearing, but as my eyes trace the treetops they lock onto a pair that match the dark green of the leaves.
Harry sits among the branches of a tall oak, partially obscured from vision. If I wasn't so used to seeing him sitting among the trees in this clearing, I never would have noticed him.
He frowns at me, his brow furrowed, his eyes not their usual pale green. No, they're a darker green; darker than I've ever seen on him.
I've never seen him look so upset.
I turn away as more officers walk into the clearing, bringing more equipment with them. My mother and father come with them, rushing to my side. My father puts a hand on my shoulder and my mother kisses my forehead and cheeks, still confused about the situation, but I can tell that they understand I can't fill them in right now. There is too much chaos around us for an explanation at the moment.
A tall officer with grey hair and brown eyes walks into the clearing and the detective greets him curtly.
"This is Jane Marx," she introduces me. "She's the one that called in."
"Nice to meet you," he says, nodding to me. "I'm Officer Rice, police captain."
I nod in greeting. He and Whitmore begin to converse and I look at the ground. My nerves are highly strung at this new discovery. What will happen from here on out if the body is Harry's?
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Phantom [h.s]
FanfictionThe tragic love story of a sad girl and a dead boy who must work together to find his killer, amid heartbreak, mystery, and learning that perhaps death is not the end. [COMPLETED]