The Words

Chapter 9

The picture above is Black Eyes...aka: Detective Danner.

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It's not until two hours later that I'm finally escorted out of the dingy interrogation room. It feels good to finally stretch my legs.

Black eyes and his associate with sandy blond hair lead me to the back of the precinct where their offices are located. I'm placed in Black Eyes' of course.

The room is dark, but quite large. If he would remove the big black curtain from his window, the office would feel more like a house. His desk is placed right in front of the window with long bookcases on either side. Two metal chairs face his desk, and Black Eyes sits me in one of them, although I'd prefer the red couch towards the left.

"Wait here while I get my men," Black Eyes says.

I sigh in response.

About ten minutes later, at least half a dozen cops walk into Black Eye's office, rolling in carts with all kinds of equipment on them. I watch as they hook one thing to anther, plug cords in, and organize themselves.

"Detective Danner, we are ready to begin," says an officer.

I assume Black Eyes is Detective Danner because he nods and moves towards the machines. He picks up a phone, dials a number, and calls who I can only assume is Cayden.

"Mr Bates?" Detective Danner says.

There's a pause.

"You know exactly who I am."

There's another pause and Danner slams the phone down, spewing profanities.

"I lost him," he says.

"No you didn't, we have his coordinates, Detective Danner. A team is ready to depart as we speak."

I roll my eyes. Do they seriously think Cayden will stay in one place? Especially since they just called him?

"He'll be long gone by the time you get there," I mutter.

Detective Danner scowls at me, annoyance clearly written all over his face. Eventually, though, he relaxes and replaces his pursed lips with a smirk.

Great. I should've kept my mouth shut.

"Very well Ms Kingsley. Since you seem to know so much about Mr Bates, I presume you should be the one to go after him. Besides, he probably trusts you."

"But-"

"Enough, it's final. Detective Sholts will go alongside you."

I guess the other detective with sandy blond hair is Detective Sholts because he walks from the red couch and over towards me.

"Yes sir," he says to Danner. "Come with me," he whispers in my ear.

His voice startles me. It's smooth, poetic almost, and it brings heat throughout my entire body.

I nod and silently follow.

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We've been driving for about four hours now, and my butt is numb. Detective Sholts, or Kyle, has been silent the whole entire time, except to tell me I could call him Kyle since we would be spending a lot of time together.

I feel like Kyle should scare me, but he doesn't. He seems too lovable compared to Danner, almost like a puppy. The thought makes me giggle.

"What's so funny?" he asks.

"You're trying too hard to be serious. I don't bite ya know."

"It's what I do."

"Well you should try relaxing for a change, maybe some yoga. You're gonna kill me with all that boredom you're radiating."

Kyle smiles. Good, I can make him smile.

"You're something else Alaska," he says, more to himself than me.

"I surprise people."

We drive for another hour until we both decide it's time to sleep. Kyle pulls into a diner/motel, and we walk into the lobby. Two minutes later we both head to the second story where our rooms are located.

"If you need anything, just knock," Kyle says.

"Thanks."

I walk into my room. Outdated carpet, curtains, and bedspreads immediately catch my eye. This is definitely not the prettiest hotel I've ever been to.

I decide to shower, the feeling of warm water seems like heaven at the moment. I spend at least 20 minutes inside until I finally decide to come out.

Pulling out my duffel bag, I put on some sweat pants and a hoodie, throwing my wet hair into a messy bun. I'm about to get into bed when all of a sudden I hear a knock at the door. I peep through the door hole and smile.

"Can I use you shower? Mine won't turn on," Kyle says. If I'm not mistaken, I think he blushes a little.

"I may have just stolen all the hot water, but by all means go ahead."

"Thanks."

Kyle enters my room and walks over to the bathroom area. I sit on the bed and turn on the tv, flipping through random channels. Why do hotels never have the good shows?

Suddenly my eyes flicker towards Kyle by the sink where he is starting to take off his shirt. I quickly look away, softly blushing.

But as he walks into the actual bathroom, my heart suddenly stops.

I can see his Words written across his ribcage...

The say A.K.

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There's a twist for ya ;) haha

This was a shorter chapter, but I think I may come back and redo it sometime because I feel like it's too choppy.

Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed it, as usual, and please feel free to vote and comment!

Thanks and happy summer!