The Crime Chronicles

Chapter 2

All Rights Reserved by the author, Aisha S. (@Aishallwrite).

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Zara pushed the button to call the elevator back up and after a while, she heard a ding and the doors of the elevator slid open. Walking inside she took a deep breath. I hate him. He is cute though, don't you think? ZARA HE STOLE YOUR JOB! Yeah... But it's not like anyone can hear my thoughts. True.

The doors of the elevator opened up once more, but stopped at the fourth floor. A man smiled at her, "Hello, I'm Ryan." Is this him? Oh God! Get yourself out of this situation, NOW!

"Heh... Um...." RUN!

"Is something wrong?" Zara knew that look, he was manipulating her. Giving her a threatening look.

Oh man, I'm dead. She stood there holding her breath in, trying to figure out what to do, how to scream for help.

She couldn't help it, moving fast, she pressed the 'SHUT DOOR' button, just one out of the other 10 buttons. Zara admired this one the most at the moment for obvious reasons. Thankfully, they closed on him faster than an Olympic runner runs. She let out a deep breath and reached in her pocket for her phone. Pulling it out she quickly called Damian. NO! CALL THE POLICE! ARE YOU INSANE? YOU'RE NOT EVEN SURE IF THAT'S THE RYAN YOU'RE THINKING OF!

It was too late.

"Hello, Zara?"

"Damian, listen. I just ran into Ryan and..."

"Ryan? Our suspect? You sound scared, Zara are you alright?"

"You, idiot! We don't have any mutual friends named Ryan, so of course I'm talking about the murderer Ryan! And no, I'm not alright, he will kill you, he's on his way to the 7th floor, I'm sure of it!"

"Calm down. Call the police, I'm sure I can handle him till they arrive."

"Ok, bye talk to you soon."

Please don't have a panic attack! Now is not the time Zara.

She quickly dialed 911 and frantically raised the phone to her ear.

"911 what's your emergen..."

"MURDERER! There's a Murderer on the loose ma'am, please send the police to 5th Avenue, we are inside the Jonah apartment complex."

"Keep calm, I'm dispatching the NYPD right away."

"THANKS!"

Just as she hung up, her phone began to ring. The screen read, 'Mom.' Oh, perfect timing, like always! One-day mother, one day without your call is all I ask.

Ignoring the call, she ran to the reception desk.

"HEY, YOU!" She gestured to the boy behind the desk. "Let everyone in this building know to be very careful." She looked the receptionist straight in the eye, "We've got a 187." After looking at the confused look on the poor boy's face she whispered, "Murderer on the loose, he's inside the building." His eyes widened and he reached for the phone.

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The police arrived and for some reason Zara felt compelled to stay back to make sure her annoying colleague wasn't hurt. Turns out Damian knocked the murdering bastard unconscious, with the lamp on the victims bedside table.