"I can prove it!" She raised her phone even higher, shaking it a bit.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? STOP TALKING!
"I have proof that he wasn't anywhere close to where it happened, when it happened."
"What are you talking about? Sya ata dapat nyong damputin, Sir, she's crazy!" Richard exclaimed.
"I'm trying to save you, AGAIN, so I would think twice before calling me crazy," she said pointedly.
The Inspector gave the other uniformed man a look and he took that as a sign to take her with them as well. All six of them went down the elevator without a word but she saw from the elevator's walls that Richard was curiously studying her. She asked herself again why she was even doing this. She could just let them take him, let them find out on their own, but something, she couldn't explain what, pulled her to follow him all afternoon, pushed her out from behind the wall of his office and forced her to speak out. This strong nagging feeling that she was where she was supposed to be and was doing what she was supposed to do never left her from the moment she got the message from her boss, Louisa.
Just two blocks after she left him on top of that flyover, she felt guilty, so she turned her car around to look at how he was doing. She parked at a nearby street and watched from her car as he struggled to hail a cab. Rush hour had begun and there were throngs of people, all eager to go home, that he had to compete with in getting a ride. It was comical, looking at his situation from the outside while knowing exactly who he was, so she decided to take pictures and a video, just to irritate him when she comes back to pick him up. An hour has probably passed from when they left the church when she got the message from Louisa.
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That same moment, he finally found a taxi. She should have just driven away, he was fine, and she knew he couldn't have been the one who killed Julianne because he was there at the busy intersection all that time. But somehow she found herself following his taxi until they reached his office building.
She parked at the adjacent building that had a Starbucks at the ground floor. She totally forgot that she never had anything to eat since that morning until her stomach grumbled in protest. She sat by the window with a view of the front of Richard's office. Not that she was going to wait for him out there, she wasn't his keeper, but it was the only table available.
She brought out her laptop and tried to get some work done, but eventually found herself researching about Richard Faulkerson Jr. and Julianne San Juan. She already had a couple of information on file since they were going to do a feature on them on the next issue of their magazine. She didn't know what she thought she would find digging them both up, but she couldn't stop herself.
For the longest time, she had always been obsessed with solving mysteries. She read every Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys book she could get a hold of. When she was a little older, she moved on to watching all CSI, NCIS, True Crime and Crime Drama documentaries. She was enthralled with the whole process of investigating, collecting clues and solving cases. This was part of why she picked Journalism over Creative Writing as her Major during College, and then eventually picked being a fact checker, even if it was for a Wedding Magazine, when it was time for her to look for a job. It was a stepping stone, she'd always tell herself.
