Till Death Do Us Part {Completed}

Chapter Nine - No Way In Hell

~Chapter Nine - No Way In Hell~

Believe me, I tried. To get a confession out of Lucas, I mean.

            But it seemed Lucas had no intention of admitting to killing his best friend. Apparently that’s just something guys don’t enjoy doing. Shocking, I know.

            I asked him more questions about Finn, trying to see if I could uncover anything more about Finn, but when Lucas began to get suspicious about my onslaught of questions, I had to loosen my grip on it and pull back.

            But every question I asked, Lucas had a legitimate response to, and nothing I could do could get any semblance of a confession out of him. He appeared innocent. If I hadn’t seen the flashback from Finn, I would’ve thought there was no way in hell he had killed Finn.

            I spent hours researching the case, asking people about the night of Finn’s disappearance and even pretending to work for the school newspaper and going to the police precinct to interview the lead policeman in the case.

            He told me everything I’d already read, and no new light was shed.

            He was also one of the meanest people I’d ever met in my life, and I had no desire to go back to that station ever again.

            Finn and I began to get closer as well. Sure, he was still arrogant, obnoxious, narcissistic and cocky (And, yes, I’m aware I just used four different words to describe the same thing, but I feel he deserved to be called all of these things for the amount of arrogance he had), but I found we actually got along, and he understood my thoughts and opinions, and respected them. We fought like cat and mouse, but we seemed to be going okay.

            “I’m done,” I declared, rubbing my eyes as I shut the lid of my laptop and spun around in my swivel chair to face Finn, who was lying on my bed, making no indentation at all, and playing with a Rubik’s cube of mine he had found. “I’m done with this. Lucas refuses to admit he killed you, and there is no incriminating evidence.”

            Finn glanced at me. “Keep trying. I’m sure you’ll find something.”

            My jaw dropped. “You could at least help me! You’re the one with the magical teleportation powers! Why don’t you go find something?”

            He shrugged and continued to work on the Rubik’s cube. He had completed two sides, the red and the green, but the rest remained unsolved. I tried not to be impressed by how quickly he was fixing it.

            “Because I’m dead,” he informed me, as if I wasn’t already aware of that truly enlightening fact. “I lived a long, tired life, and I deserve a rest now that I’m a ghost.”

            “Rest when you’ve moved on from here and you’ve left me alone,” I mumbled, begrudgingly opening the laptop again and clicking onto a search browser, continuing my search for answers.