He was subtly refusing to make eye contact with me. He wasn't married, how was that even possible? I mean, I'm no one to judge unmarried people, but how could he not be married. His head snapped back and turned to me, causing me to snap out of thought. He smirked. "I doubt your husband would want you staring at me like that." I was offended, get extremely intrigued by him. He thought he was so sly didn't he. "Your right, it would be the end of my working days if he even saw me looking at someone else."My expression soured, fake, of course. He looked at me, a confused look upon his face. "You're married? Wheres your ring?" It's quite good I'm so great at quick thinking. "He.. He says I would break it with my un-womanly job. That I'm barely his wife if I don't do wife-work." I'm sure he would have figured out I was bull shitting him by now? Nope. But he was pissed off.
"You can't let a man tell you that your not his wife because of your job! God dammit any man would be lucky to fund a girl with your job, and your so damn good at it! That seven girl wouldn't look at me and now you basically have her bank number."
He placed the cigarette back in his mouth and flooded his arms "women these days." I smiled. "Wow, I'm so good at my job, any man would be lucky to have me?" I smirked at him, as all the blood drained from his face. "If I really had a husband I'm sure he would disapprove." He smiled, but still attempts to look pissed off.
"Your a lair Devereux." I sighed and placed my head against the brick wall we shared. "A liar who is very good at her job." I smiled at him, and he smiled at the road. I don't mind though, his side profile was artistry.
When we entered the building again, Monroe was sitting in the larger interrogation room, and from what I could see, Two'a hands were chained to the table and he was pacing around the room. I sat down at my desk and began searching for a notepad that I had been using for app the information on the church burning.
Jeremy glanced over my shoulder and started reading. After both of us siting there for a moment, his head hovering over my shoulder, reading the 25 points I had before the corporate heads of BITCA had pass on the entire investigation to our prescient of detectives. Of course, I wasn't aware that Jeremy was going to be here, and had believed that me and James would do it alone. I was still slightly bitter about that.
"Wow..." He sighed. "These murder details.. They don't describe Abigail." I read them over quickly and found in shock they didn't.
Three women
•The first, med. height with shiny brown hair, and annoying and rat-like facial details and lines. Seen with blood-stained white dress and multiple knives.
•the second, shorter with messy white hair and kind, large eyes. seen at scene without weapons
• Darker skin and long black hair that reached knees eyes appeared black without facial features. Some heard loud cries from only this individual.
I looked up at Jeremy, who had raised his eyebrows and was still reading the list. "That's not seven.. Do you think if we asked her she could tell us? " Je shrugged. "I have no idea. But the one thing I do understand is the "Rat-like" comparison." I laughed and nodded, glancing back at the interrogation room, where it seemed Monroe had slammed his head on the table in frustration. I almost wanted to smile, until I turned my focus back to the two girls sitting in the cell, alone. I did hurt me, but when I turned back, Jeremy's face was deep in thought.
"Emma?" I looked at his distant face.
"Yes?" He sighed and met my gaze. "What did Abby say when she told you what Charlie was doing with the top five?" I sighed. "She said they did things she was too young for, things that made them valuable." He ran a hand though his hair. "Yeah, that's sex." I closed the not pad and placed it back inside the wooden drawers."if he's willing to rape them and force them to kill.. There's no way he would hold back from killing them himself. They're zombies." I sighed. "They aren't zombies. They are simply souls. Whatever he did to them, Im attempting to ignore. Each of them humans who weren't aware of what they had done. They had ended others lives, others who they didn't even know, Jeremy! It was like he had changed their physical appearance without a mirror, so caught up in all the trust they had for him they didn't realize.." Jeremy moved closer, his eyes dancing between mine.
"They didn't realize how bad he was for them."
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The Nameless Girls
Mystery / Thriller{ I don't believe that we're all made in his image, and if we are, that image is a half burned photograph that he found under the piles of bodies of those who wasted their lives trying to be just that..} Emma Devereaux is a private investigator in B...
